Why does January always feel about a billion years long? It seems to go on and on, and I’m always excited when February comes around. I’m *still* very slowly recovering from that horrible infection I got last year, so tried to take it easy/not get ill again this month (a very silly aim, January =… Continue reading January 2019 | Books I read + Podcasts I Loved
So, the last time I blogged was on August 6th. THAT SEEMS FOREVER AGO. Those were the days of summer + heatwaves + going to shops purely coz they have air con. I don’t normally take breaks on this blog, and if I’m honest, this one was entirely unplanned. Time ran away with me over… Continue reading On summer + sadness
I’ve made it to a quarter of a century. 25 looks a lot different to how 14 year old me imagined it to be, but different in a good way. I’m doing a PhD in a subject I love, I kick anxiety’s butt on a daily basis, I wrote a book (and found my lovely… Continue reading 25
I love words. Obviously, you may say. After all, I’m a writer. But words are so much more than…words. They have a magic kind of power. Some people pick words for a year ahead–a word that they will strive to live by. I love that idea. Unfortunately, I couldn’t choose one. After all, words are… Continue reading Words I live by
Somebody said this to me the other day. It was along the lines of “oh you’re so lucky, I am far too busy to do something as time consuming as reading”. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, coz I don’t have copious amounts of time to read–I make time to read. I read… Continue reading “I wish I had time to read” + other things that annoy me
HAPPY NEW YEAR! Last year, I had three goals, and I achieved two of them, which I’m PRETTY darn pleased about. (Although, IMO you can never read too many books). This year my goals are a little more specific. 1 // Get a Tattoo So, this is the goal that I didn’t get to in… Continue reading 2018 Goals
I dunno whether you guys know this about me…but I’m a pretty huge HP fan. Like, a substantial amount of my wardrobe (as an adult) is HP related in some way or another. And my bedroom is basically a glorified mini version of the Ravenclaw Tower. I also have anxiety. Crippling, all consuming, anxiety… Continue reading On anxiety & Harry Potter
