Amy Roullier is a British writer and poetry creator. She explores love, loss, heartbreak, toxic relationships, self‑love, and healing.
It’s been a minute – exactly a month, to be exact. And honestly I’m not entirely sure why I’ve lost all enthusiasm for writing lately. I know it’s not a simple black or white answer, and that in itself feels oddly comforting. Even this little piece feels like a slog, my fingertips fighting against each tap of the keyboard. I keep carving out time to write, only to find it …
Your friends probably won’t read your book – and here’s why that’s not the betrayal it feels like. As a writer, it breaks my heart that strangers are more likely to support a small time indie writer than friends or family. However, I’m going to tell you why. So, you did something awesome. Perhaps wrote a book. What’s the harm in your friends saying, “Nice one Beth,” then actually buying …
I never set out to write a poetry book about being single. But years after navigating divorce, online dating, and societal pressure to be partnered, I began to notice something: the world often treats single people – especially women – as if they’re just on pause. As if their lives are temporary drafts, waiting to be finalized by a relationship. I may have been single, but I certainly wasn’t paused. …
Silent Reflections of a Fragile Heart — One Year On | By Amy Roullier This time last year, I self-published my debut poetry collection, Silent Reflections of a Fragile Heart. A poetry book born from heartbreak and healing. One year on, I wanted to reflect. Not just on the book, but on why it exists. A Book for the Hurting, the Healing, and the Hopeful This book is for: These poems sit with …
As a writer, poet, and chronic oversharer, I love stories in all their forms – fiction, fantasy, easy-to-read romance, self-help, psychological and sociological explorations, thrillers, satire, and compelling plots that dissect the absurdities of modern life. And I’m drawn to work that challenges the way I think and feel. But above all else, I have a deep love of poetry. I love that I can dip in and out of …
Becoming Obsessed with the Writing Process | By Amy Roullier For a long time, I thought writing was about being chosen. Chosen by readers. Chosen by publishers. Chosen by algorithms, metrics, numbers on a screen that would somehow prove my words mattered. It hadn’t started that way, but a few years down the road, being chosen became a more important factor in my writing. But about a year ago, my …
When Phone Scrolling Feels Like Self-Harm for the Mind: Phone scrolling addiction for writers | By Amy Roullier I often struggle to find a healthy balance between sharing my art online and spending way too much time on social media. I’ve lost countless nights to the vortex of videos, reels, endless feeds, and the black hole that is the comment section. I tell myself it’s research. I tell myself it’s …
SINGLE, AND JOYFUL: A poem from my upcoming spring collection. | By Amy Roullier. Hi, if you’ve not visited my website before, I’m Amy. An indie writer, poet, and content creator based in Lincolnshire, UK. I’ve been writing since my teenage years, although it wasn’t until 2021 that I truly rediscovered my voice through an online blog that challenged the outdated narratives around singlehood. (Now my Substack, Independently Yours, a …
My Fantasy of Being a Full-Time Writer | By Amy Roullier I have this romantic fantasy about hibernating all winter and writing a fucking great book. I don’t even mind where this hibernation takes place, but if I could choose, give me a secluded cottage with a high, pitched ceiling, its termite-scarred wooden beams stretching like ribs above me. Furnish it with grand velvet sofas and enormous armchairs draped in …
Why I Keep Writing (Even When It Doesn’t Always Love Me Back) | By Amy Roullier. Last week was a whirlwind away from home, my partner, the dogs, and any chance to write. I’m so grateful to love my day job, but when I go too long without writing, a quiet melancholy starts to creep in. So here I am on a Sunday evening, curled up on the sofa with …
