Hi! I’m Clare Daly.
clare daly arrived just after the new millennium, yet quite earlier than expected. she hasn’t been early, nor on time, for anything since.
she has been reading and writing since before she could tie her shoes alone. that’s not saying much, considering she uses the bunny-ear method to this day.
she has scribbled, doodled, and dreamt in dozens of personal journals, marked them “top secret”, and promptly thrown them in a bedside drawer.
these ribbon-bound collections of childish prose and adolescent angst mixed with to-do lists and feeble attempts at life organization would find themselves shacked up alongside a quirky cast of neighbors in that drawer: a baby-pink beginner’s vibrator, every birthday wish she has ever received, and a plastic bag of now-useless power cords that, if left to overflow into the streets, would trigger a seaside village’s hasty evacuation. anyway…
in the decades between constant tying and retying of her shoes and her recent era of being unemployed from what she thought was her dream job, she has also written for a skincare blog, while writing for a student newspaper at a university run by nuns, while spending nine-plus months gestating a 45-page thesis focused on the intersection of fan culture, internet activism, and (most importantly) taylor swift.
learn more about clare daly at claredaly.co
