<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Elle Writes]]></title><description><![CDATA[Elle Writes shares raw, honest stories on motherhood, identity, and becoming—inviting connection, reflection, and feeling seen.]]></description><link>https://www.ellewrites.com.au/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2026 13:18:19 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.ellewrites.com.au/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter 1 of epistolary exploration.]]></title><description><![CDATA[The letter arrives on a Thursday, misfiled, forwarded twice, stripped of urgency by the systems designed to contain it. It is printed on cheap paper, usually reserved for drafts and forms people kept telling him to fill on the computer, but on this occasion used to provoke. Dear Colleague, I’m writing in response to your publisher’s inquiry regarding overlapping material in our respective forthcoming works. I suspect the concern is procedural rather than substantive, but I’ve been asked to...]]></description><link>https://www.ellewrites.com.au/post/chapter-1-of-epistolary-exploration</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e0e2c5cee1d9a6a6744530</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2026 13:24:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9b9e5bf3d2fe4e27adf0dc9bc2e75cfd.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>lifeinwordselle</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The start of..a memoir perhaps.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Queer: strange, odd, peculiar, eccentric. Suspicious. Dubious. And later a word for people like me. Before it was identity, before it was politics, before it was something you could claim out loud,queer just meant different. Off. I think I knew that version first. I grew up in Henty, a town of about four hundred people, where everything was known before it happened and nothing ever really changed. One main street. Dust. Silence that settled into your bones. The kind of place where difference...]]></description><link>https://www.ellewrites.com.au/post/the-start-of-a-memoir-perhaps</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e0e1cccee1d9a6a674446f</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2026 13:20:44 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_f3f6669450fe4da481ca39858dec9a3a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>lifeinwordselle</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Becoming]]></title><description><![CDATA[Motherhood didn’t arrive gently. It came all at once: loud, consuming, beautiful, disorienting. A complete unraveling of the person I thought I was, and the quiet, persistent question beneath it all: Who am I now? There’s a version of motherhood we’re shown, soft lighting, sleeping babies, women who seem to fold seamlessly into this new identity. And for some, maybe that’s true. But for many of us, there is also grief. Not for the baby but for the self that existed before. The freedom. The...]]></description><link>https://www.ellewrites.com.au/post/becoming</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e0e009cee1d9a6a6744320</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2026 13:16:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_a23756a52d5a4229bacfa7a8b8309c95~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>lifeinwordselle</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>