I have spent every waking moment Devouring hopes, dreams And fears. I have hunted them down, shredded and swallowed the pieces For hours, days… years. I hoard the carcasses and Suck on the bones: Their fading essence I savour. I keep them buried safe, Away from other beasts Also seeking their flavour. * Originally from…
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”
I’m sure many of you have been in this position yourself; you’ve had an idea, you can’t stop thinking about it, possibly for years, and you finally decide to just get-that-shit-done! You then set yourself up, apparently for success with all of the over-planning, to find the blankness of your idea staring back at you with nothing coming from you to fill it. This is where I was with starting an unknowingly doomed blog this time last year.