Some days, writing seems so easy and the feeling of having something to say carries you through the tiredest moments. These days are ones I struggle with, when I can’t seem to locate my motivation, either through sheer lack of energy or the constant fear of not being good enough or worth reading.
When did you shift from being home to ‘my parents’ house’? When did my room become the spare room; my keys, the spare set? The sheets are dusty with my four-month-old aroma. When I walk through the door, the hardened exterior that weighs on my shoulders cascades to the ground and I can breathe in the familiarity.
Email bankruptcy is a term that I’d never heard of until earlier this week when a friend of mine did exactly this. She deleted all emails past a certain date and then went through and deleted or sorted the rest of them.
I sat and thought a lot about what I wanted my first post to be about when coming back into the fold. And, I don’t really know what I expected either? I go through peaks and throughs with writing on my blog but this year so far has been a real low point.
It’s been some seriously unexpected shitty months.
I’ve honestly forgotten how to do this. I’ve sat down at my computer several times and I can’t begin to figure out how to start.
There was a lot to be sad about and to mourn over in 2016. We lost many brilliant sparks and the political culmination of Brexit and the Presidential Election this year has left us wan with disappointment. So, instead of focusing on all the ways that 2016 was a collective disappointment, I want to take one last look back over the small victories and happenings in my personal life that made 2016 enjoyable!
On Saturday, I dothed both my professional and blogging hat as I attending the Sunday Times and Peters Fraser Dunlop Young Writer of the Year Award bloggers event in Soho. The venue was beautiful, warm and welcoming for all involved.
Curious On Stage is a breath-taking, funny performance by a talented and eclectic cast, with a purpose-built sentient stage design. A magnificent portrayal that I could happily watch over and over.
This weekend I was lucky enough to see some brilliant authors talk on a panel about their experiences with reading. World Book Night has for the past few years been somewhat of a detached experience for me, I collected my books and gave them out but never really had the chance to engage in other people’s thoughts on the giving of books or reading as a whole. Being in London has given me the chance to start exploring a communal view to reading and writing.