I’ve finished tidying up my novel word document, and while it feels good to have everything in order and everything usable, I deleted so many words that my word count is now about 30,000 words instead of the 50,000 I wrote during NaNoWriMo. This is necessary for the story I’m writing now, and I have… Continue reading Sharing (your writing) is Caring
Tag: Reading
November 2019 Reading
I’ve read 100 books this year! Which means my secret not-so-secret goal of reading that many this year has been fulfilled! I’m so chuffed about it, especially because this year I made an effort to read books out of my comfort zone. And for the most part, it paid off by discovering some gems. Because… Continue reading November 2019 Reading
Recap / NaNoWriMo 2019
If you’re not sure what NaNoWriMo is, I explain it in this post. This year’s National Novel Writing Month has been a refreshing experience for me. Outside of blogging I haven’t spent large chunks of time dedicated to creative writing for a few months, other than university. Regardless of word count, the discipline of writing… Continue reading Recap / NaNoWriMo 2019
Meaningless / Poetry
A poem for you on Sunday because I’ve been neglecting Creative Fridays. Running around in circles used to be fun, Making entertainment out of dull conversation. Don’t start your bleeding until I’m gone, Fill up on lies before I return. Lower your expectation and hide your bleeding, I won’t soak up your tears with kind… Continue reading Meaningless / Poetry
Reading Widely
I have my favourite books, and they’re generally classics which feature strong yet lovable women and heart-warming yet hard-earned romance. Northanger Abbey (Jane Austen), Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte), North and South (Elizabeth Gaskell), for instance. Other favourites include The Secret Garden (Frances Hodgson Burnett), The Help (Kathryn Stockett), and Call the Midwife (Jennifer Worth). While… Continue reading Reading Widely
Why Do I Want to Write a Novel?
The first week of NaNoWriMo has passed and we’re onto day eight. The first six days involved me being unimpressed by my plot – or, lack of one – and the only thing keeping the story rolling on were conversations that would need to be deleted upon settling on a plot. They were, and still… Continue reading Why Do I Want to Write a Novel?
On Being an Adult (part 2)
Being a young adult is not what I thought it would be. When I was younger, I imagined how life would be when I was older, but I never gave thought as to how I would get there. But now I am a young adult, and thinking back on the last year, it feels strange.… Continue reading On Being an Adult (part 2)
