Black Friday makes me sad. I hate seeing people queuing up to buy stuff, getting deals which they should get every day, being bullshitted by retailers and getting caught up in consumerism which is easy to do. We all get caught up in … Continue reading Real deals
This is just to say You do not need to eat the entire weed infused creme brûlée It is strong and it could kill you.
I left a book in an airport trolley a few days ago and as soon as I realised, felt totally devastated. I had about sixty pages to go, it was a wonderful book and I was completely and utterly engrossed. I immediately put out … Continue reading Meg Wolitzer wouldn’t mind
It’s been a while since I wrote and I do want to write again but am somehow struggling. So I thought I would write a list because lists are easy and maybe this list will get me going.
And I thought I could write a list about the things I love, like travelling then coming back home again. Walking and talking in the park. Walking and not talking at all. Champagne. Group chats that are about champagne. Flirtations. My new sexy slip that I bought and it cost me a fortune and I hope I get to wear it with somebody, soon. Or at least, take it off for somebody, soon. Leftover cake. The sun. Poetry.
And the thing with writing is that it takes discipline. I often mess around and I write bits and pieces and I have a million notebooks and I start something and I stop and I get distracted or I think I cannot do it and I have a chapter here and two chapters there and there is no cohesion and I go back to writing lists of all the things I love.
Caramel Crunch Ice Cream.
My dog who is on anti depressants.
My other dog who is not.
A really good book.
Sunrises and sunsets.
Yoga, and that I can finally do the perfect Tree Pose.
And I wrote this quickly but I just bolded all the bits about writing because that is what this is all about really. Writing. And how much I love it. And miss it.
Tomorrow I start. Seriously. Properly. Cohesively. With an outline.
Even if it is just writing about lists.