This time of year is usually focused on presents and parties. And if you're more of an introverted bookworm, it can be a bit overwhelming. But if the past few years have taught us anything, it's that there's more to life than stuff. And whilst I'd never argue against disappearing with a book from time... Continue Reading →
I've been waiting to visit this one for ages. North of Oxford, in a busy suburb, is a smallish graveyard called Wolvercote Cemetery. It's an unlikely final resting place for arguably one of the most influential fantasy writers who ever lived but nevertheless this is where you'll find J.R.R. Tolkien, and his wife Edith. There... Continue Reading →
I already shared this on my Instagram (and if you didn't know I was on there, please pop over and see me), but for I love it so much I'm putting it on here too. Ta-da! I even tried a flat lay thing and everything. Also this is not what I usually share on Instagram,... Continue Reading →
This is not a thought. It is a spiked ball that rolls restless and pin-pricksdowneachvertebratill it lodgesand waits,for sleep, for sober, for silence, then pierces soone byone byonemore pour in. A dam breaks with neglect, so too this vessel,fit to burst. When it does there'll be no red flag,just a smoulder of regret and a... Continue Reading →
A good writer has to be a big reader. But I think a good writer also needs to get comfortable with the sound of their own voice. Yes, you need to start reading out loud. But why? I hear you whisper. I hear you (just). Writers, on the whole, are quiet folk (alright Oscar Wilde... Continue Reading →
If you’re going to visit a library, why not start with the top of the pile? The British Library in London runs daily behind-the-scenes tours lasting 60 minutes and costing just £10 (£8 if you're a member) - bargain! The architectural style of the British Library isn't to everyone’s tastes but that might be down... Continue Reading →
If you're a regular reader you'll know I've visited a lot of places in the UK, and occasionally abroad, with links to famous writers. But I've also got some literary connections much closer to home that I thought I'd share with you. Reading is a local town for me, and although it might not be... Continue Reading →
One of the earliest posts I did was ab0ut my five favourite books. The list varies depending on my mood but one that’s always there is Microserfs by Douglas Coupland. I call it my comfort book. I read it when I’m down or ill. Not all of it, sometimes just a chapter or two where... Continue Reading →
Sat by a pool Walked A LOT. I mean a lot. We somehow decided that we’d get 10,000 steps in even though we were, you know, ON HOLIDAY. When I say “we decided” I mean I reluctantly went along with my boyfriend’s idea. Wrote the first drafts of two poems and one short story (woot!)... Continue Reading →
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