Anxiety is a trickster. It makes you feel and believe things that aren’t true, makes you think you’re guilty for things you’re not, and separates you from those around you. This isn’t a lesson in how to beat it, but recognizing when it might beat you.
Talking about AccessxHelenAnderz, Metis Women in Business, Blogging, and why I’m obsessed with it all.
If you’re one of those magical people who can wake up and just ‘be awake’ I’d ask which demon you sold your soul too and how can I get in touch?
So, I’ve completed my first book for the readathon – and to be honest, I’m pretty proud of myself. I haven’t finished a book in two weeks since I was at school, and it’s nice to get that feeling of accomplishment even if the books was – and I’m being generous here – mediocre. This […]
So the ‘on three’ premise works really well so long as my mum and I are in the house around the same time. And because we rarely are, blogs have been coming out sporadically. The Virgo Rising in me wants more consistency and order, so I’m hoping to fill in the gaps with an ‘On […]
We have a new addition to the family. Zoe O’Donnell is a gorgeous springer spaniel puppy, and she’s the light of my life. Admittedly, she’s not my dog – but my brother and his girlfriend are proving to be great dog-parents. They want to take her wherever they go but, unfortunately, that’s not always possible. […]
I’m taking part in a readathon.
Did I know readathon’s existed before last year? No. Was that because I didn’t watch enough Booktubers? Probably.
Confession. I went into this book already obsessed with Matt Haig. I’ve read snippets of his writing before, I’ve followed him on Twitter, I narrowly missed the chance to see him read in Bath and all my friends from uni rate his writing. So – I went in with big expectations.
I was not disappointed.
‘Welcome to the beautiful Sinclair family. No one is a criminal. No one is an addict. No one is a failure.’
Why does that strike me as insincere?
A storytime blog about my first and one true love – James Bond.
I’m going to review the following novel on three chapters – and no more.
The Flatshare has a really fresh premise for a love story.
A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.
Posh, adjective. Meaning to do something in an ‘upper-class’ way, showing the qualities of elegance or smarts. Fleabag is none of these things. I’d end my argument here, but I’ve got a few more points to make.