Okay, so that last post was a bit sparse.
From Tuesday to Friday, I stayed with my friend Siân in beautiful Bournemouth. As soon as I arrived, we went straight to the beach because it was sunny and the forecast for the rest of the week was pessimistic at best.
Continue reading ➞ Bournemouth Days 3 and 4
Oh dear, has it been six days already? My break will be over before I know it!
Like every university student, the first couple of days after my break were spent in bed with my laptop, just happy to be done.
Continue reading ➞ Spring Break
What an incredible day.
So today I had my second-last class. It was a celebration with food and stuff and people would go up and read poems or bits of their stories or sing songs they wrote, and we all talked and said goodbye and everything. It was great.
Continue reading ➞ Outstanding
It’s awkward posting again after a post like that, but I’m glad you all liked it so much. It’s now my most liked post of all time, so thank you.
Why do I write?
It’s bizarre to think back to fourteen-year-old me sitting at my desk one November afternoon and picking up a pen with one thought: The world needs more books. Back then I had absolutely zero intentions of becoming a writer. I was bored and I wanted to read, but I had run out of books so I did the next best thing and wrote. My plan was to write five or so chapters just to get the writing bug out, but here I am over six years later, still writing.
Continue reading ➞ Oh, How I’ve Grown
It’s easier to forget that I have another life on the other side of the ocean than to admit I’ve been neglecting that life. I’ve spoken more french over the last year than I have spoken to my mom at all. It’s only now, with a week of classes left to my entire university experience that I’m being forced to see how much damage I’ve done to my home life.
Continue reading ➞ Forget Home
It’s my second-last week of classes and I’m finally starting to feel that thing that happens when something is about to end. My senses are in overdrive, trying to take everything in and commit it all to memory.
Continue reading ➞ Cork Board Trifecta
In class this week we were thinking about what makes us the kind of writers we are. This was good timing because I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the writer I am, the writer I want to be, and the writer I will most likely end up being. All three are fairly different from each other, considering they’re all me, but I guess it’s hard to imagine the future. It’s easier to look back at what got me here.
Continue reading ➞ Writing Influences