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Victoria Sarne 2019 Update.


More about the Author:Professionally, she writes copy; ghost writes speeches and statements; press releases and publicity material. she has completed writing a biography and more recently her own very full autobiography. She writes a bi-weekly column for The Tribune newspaper in Nassau, Bahamas.
She was excited and challenged from 2017 to 2018 to have been involved in more than one medical/techno project and community mentoring project: The HEALin and SingularityU Nassau Chapter - and despite the challenge of writing in unfamiliar genres has safely added new expertise in writing medical, legal, technological, academic, design thinking articles and other  material, to her portfolio.
2019 means more freelancing and consulting as she partners with Insight Stage, a platform for mentoring and guidance in life skills both emotionally and spiritually. Putting her event planning, creativity and communication skills together to create their first event for the year with Speed Mentoring: 7 tables, 7 topics, 7 leaders and invitees had 15 minutes at each table. It was a huge success with delegates asking for longer periods on each topic. Who could ask for a more positive result than that? The next event will be, as requested, a long version of two of the topics with two of the table leaders: "Meet Your Mentor x Two".

Her personal creative work includes publishing six books of poetry and being published in various publications: The University of the West Indies annual literary journals; an Anthology of Caribbean poetry for Carifesta X; Womanspeak - a journal of poetry and art by women in the Caribbean and will have two new poems published in POUI this year 2018. Her own memoir is currently being evaluated by a publisher. fingers crossed!

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