Archive for the ‘FAQ’ Category
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On the subject of nerves
21 Jan 2013By the time that 25 words have danced across my first, blank page, my heart rate has noticeably calmed, my sweaty fingers have dried out as they clutch my pen and my face has managed to arrange itself into a pleasant smile for the ushers, the guests and the groom that I gradually introduce myself to. I am not the crazy lady who woke up panicking about missing this wedding; I am the one who will document every last detail about it, because that really is where my comfort zone is.
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On the subject of the wedding day
22 Jun 2012You've heard about The Wedding Reporter. You like the idea of having your very own published love story. You're enamoured by the prospect of having a literary legacy. But you can't quite envisage the whole process and what it'll actually be like, on the wedding day, to have The Wedding Reporter actually attend your wedding.
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On the subject of experience
26 Mar 2012This is the long version of the story that I tell people when they ask me, "So what did you used to do before you became The Wedding Reporter?"
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On the subject of criticism
16 Mar 2012It's ok, I get it. You hear the word 'report' and even though it has the softening prefix of 'wedding', your blood runs a little cold and a tiny shudder shakes your bones.
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On the subject of wedding report books
02 Mar 2012as we trawled the city looking for the best spots to photograph the beautifully rebranded and brilliantly designed new wedding report books, our finest moment made itself apparent in many ways. From the convenient monochromatic colour scheme of a Tudor guild hall to the central positioning of a sundial amidst manicured gardens, the little books that I had written and Leah Spicer had designed took centre stage in front of Ali Lovegrove's camera.
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On the subject of eating
03 Feb 2012Her fingers hesitated over the keyboard as her forehead crumpled into a frown. It didn't sound right. The delete key bobbed backwards, swallowing up the precisely typed letters. The cursor flashed patiently, waiting for a better idea to come along. "Without meaning to sound completely stupid," she wrote. "What do you usually do about eating? Do we have to feed you or do you sort yourself out? Please let us know so we can sort out the catering!" It sounded equally as daft as the previous attempts, so she quickly signed off the email and pressed send before the cursor blinked anymore judgementally at her.
