Interview of Sandi Tighello, Editor of Onya
Interesting interview of Sandi Tighello, the editor and creator of Australia online Magazine, Onya (soon to be launched into print). I love her enthusiasm and motivation.
A snippet from the article, on Wordsmith Lane (a blog by freelance journalist Sarah Ayoub).
“Tell us about your wordsmith career path so far:
I started writing when I was six years old – I’ve always loved it. I used to write poems, songs, musings, stories – I still have quite a few of my old journals – most importantly the one I wrote when I was six that declared, ‘When I grow up I want to be a writer.’
It wasn’t until I hit high school that I pursued the idea further – working on the school newspaper and the end of year poetry anthology. When I was 15 I started writing for my local newspaper on a fortnightly basis – reviewing films and books and writing opinion pieces. In Year 12 I entered a competition being run by The Age. It involved writing a piece on maintaining balance throughout Year 12 and the winner would have their piece published in the newspaper. I got home from school on the Friday at 4.15pm and remembered that the competition closed at 5pm that day, and, even though I had every good intention to submit something, I had not written a word. In fact, I completely forgot all about it. So, I sat down, wrote and then submitted my piece without even reading back over it. On the Monday afternoon I received an email, from the Editor of The Age, saying I’d won the competition and that I had, ‘The gift of words.’ And that was it. From then on, I knew writing was exactly what I would do, because I loved it, and because someone else out there did too.
From there I wrote for university newspapers, print publications, street press, blogs and online publications. I was offered the position of Editor for Mink Magazine when I was 22, and stayed with them for two years. I then launched my own publication, Onya Magazine, on June 1st, this year.”
Getting Burnt, and a Few Things I Know…
I also like this list by Sandi Tighello on her blog, “In the Thick of It”. She’s basically summed up my philosophy on life, and it’s nice to think other people agree.
- Your intuition is your best alarm. When it goes off, listen, don’t ignore it.
- Some people are just nasty. The same way some people are just nice. They don’t deserve to be treated equally.
- Don’t kid yourself into thinking that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. It’s the sincerest form of someone not being able to think or create on their own.
- When you get screwed over, fight it. Correct it. Fix it. Ignoring it for the good of avoiding an issue, or a drama, is no good at all. You are allowing yourself, or someone else, to be screwed over again.
- I often internally debate what my stance on ‘people’ as a whole is. I’m wowed, astounded and in love with people that are kind, funny, giving and intelligent. But I, far too often, come across people who are dull, selfish and malicious. I’m still deciding.
- Once you’ve been burnt, the best thing you can do is carry on, but more fabulous than ever. Don’t hide. Don’t wallow. Come out shining.
- Don’t expect people to be happy for you. If they are, they’re genuine. The most important thing is that you’re happy for yourself.
- And, much the same, everything that you do should be for yourself. The way you dress, carry yourself, what you do, why you do it, where you go, what you watch, everything should be for you. If you’re soaring, then the people that you love will be too. Do things because you want to do them. That’s the only way to be successful. The most amazing people that I’ve met – even the ones with children – do things for themselves, and rather than being selfish, they are exactly right. When you’re occupied, inspired and happy, it makes everyone else around you exactly that too.
- Eleanor Roosevelt once said, ‘No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.’ She was right. Stop giving people so much power.
- If you’ve been burnt, never assume that you’re silly, in any way at all. It happens to everyone. And so it should – to be a reminder of who and what is good in life, and who and what is not.
- Choosing sides is never an easy thing, but it is always, always much better than sitting on the fence.
- Getting burnt in life forces you to toughen up. So toughen up. Don’t accept ridicule. Don’t accept rudeness. Stand up for yourself.
- Disappointment and hurt is everywhere in life. Happiness and wonder is also everywhere in life. Choose what you will focus on.
“I think it’s time to make our lives harder. Less convenient.
Let’s get back to working hard.
Talking. Face to face. Over a drink. Or alongside a campfire.
Washing Dishes. By hand.
Buying things once, to last.
Building up a sweat. Because it’s hot. And that’s just what happens.
Collecting things; like shells at the beach. Or postcards.
Navigating from the pages of a map.
Feeling a shiver. Because it’s cold. And you’re supposed to.
Making cakes. From scratch. And mixing them. With a whisk.
Driving a couple of hours away, from wherever you are, just to discover someplace new.
Let’s lose the titles; as far as I’m concerned there’s no such thing as a Mortar Logistics Engineer or a Highway Environmental Hygienist or a Media Distribution Officer. There are labourers and road sweepers and paperboys.
Let’s get back to thinking before speaking.
Picking salad from the dirt. In the garden. Not out of a plastic bag. In the supermarket.
Smiling at people when we pass them in the street.
Dressing up, when the occasion calls for it.
Addressing our problems, working through our problems, but ignoring the crap that really doesn’t matter.
Believing that people are kind, and that they do care.
Shining our shoes.
Buying things from the local store. Or green grocer. Or butcher. If you still have one.
Letting clothes drip dry.
Singing in the car.
Let’s get back to aging. Like we’re supposed to. Getting laugh lines. Because we have. Having sunspots. Because we basked in it.
Now, more than ever before in my life, I appreciate simplicity. And I always want it.
I always want to walk out of my back door and feel grass under my bare feet.
I always want fresh air coming through my windows.
Sand that lingers in my car, weeks after I’ve visited the beach.
To pick a lemon from a tree grown in my garden. And an apple. And some rosemary. And tomatoes. And basil. And grapefruit. And parsley.
I always want a spare bed at the ready, for friends who stay too long.
A cabinet filled with quirky knick-knacks from the places I’ve been. Miniature versions of things I’ve seen.
Music playing in the background.
A well greased BBQ.
I always want to feel the arm of the man I love cradling my shoulder.
To trust strangers.
A neighbour I can chat to on a hot summer’s night. Or bank on picking up my mail when I’m away.
I always want to hear kids, making noise – a good kind of noise – like they should.
To eat in a Japanese restaurant, sitting opposite a German, next to a Sri Lankan, near a Russian, and behind an American.
The simple life: a life that requires more actual work than an easy one – more work to keep relationships alive, to eat, to create, to enjoy. That’s what I want. I want to work harder so I can live simpler. I want to do more, so I can rely on less.
Straightforward.
Uncomplicated.
Undemanding.
Simple.
In every sense of the word.”







