It’s the middle of June already! This is coming to you guys a little later than I had planned… I do have a defence, however: I started a new job this week. It’s not a role with much responsibility but it’s possibly the most physical and repetitive job that I’ve ever had and I’ve come…
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!
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.
I had a few pretty great reading months since the start of 2017, but since the middle of April, I’ve been in a little bit of a slump. It’s always hard to pinpoint why it happens, but I guess sometimes it’s just “Reader’s Overwhelm”