I passed my driving test last week. Finally! After over a year and a half’s worth of lessons and three tests, I am now legit able to drive a car with no one else’s feet hovering over the second set of pedals!
It’s time to raise my hand and admit to something:
Onto The Next Page has been live now for just under two months. Granted that’s not a long time, but I can already see where my biggest blogging flaw lies: consistency! In the initial rush of inspiration, I didn’t quite register to the fact that my old-as-time procrastination habits would come back to bite me in the arse, but oh boy did they!
I don’t know what I’m doing
But I can do anything,
My first foray into Rowell’s writing was when I was 23 years old, back in mid-2014, and I had locked gazes with Fangirl in Swansea’s WHSmith. I say we “locked gazes” because it honestly felt that the book was waiting for me to pass it in the aisles and was vying for my attention. The book chose it’s time to reveal itself to me very wisely.
There’s no such thing
As a weak link.
We all carry the potential,
We all carry the pain.