In which I briefly chat about things I do when I should be writing, a new blog direction, and some advice about how not to cry at work.
I’m just going to chat for a bit, because I have a lot to say and it’s the weekend!
Things I Do to “Help My Writing”
- Eat lots of food
- Drink lots of tea
- Drink lots of coffee
- Play with cute little avatar making apps
- Read lots of stuff about writing
- Rearrange my desk so I can have a more “inspiring place to write.”
- Decide to rearrange my entire room because that will definitely give me a more inspiring place to write
- Collapse into my chair out of furniture-moving exhaustion. I’m too tired to write now.
- Put some music on so that I don’t have to sit in silence
- Spend a lot of time thinking about Twenty Øne Piløts lyrics
I just realised that I put one in the last bullet point and now I’m laughing
- Switch to Saint Motel because hopefully some super happy energetic music will get me all pumped up to write
- End up wanting to dance instead even though I hate dancing and have actually never liked dancing in my entire life
- Start questioning who I even am
- Write posts about all the things I do instead of writing.
Things That Would Actually Help My Writing:
In Other News
In other news I’ve been looking at the poll results from my previous post and apparently you guys like my random rubbish?!
Which makes me SO VERY HAPPY because that’s actually my favourite kind of post to write. Those literary analyses were starting to feel like essays, and that was okay until I no longer wanted to do them, because then they felt like homework.
So this is still going to be a book blog, but I’ll just kinda post what I want. And maybe do more book reviews. Which would be good for me, because I need to read some more modern books. Why? Because that will definitely result in me being a super cool person who knows what’s happening in the 20th century and how to relate to hip young people and make friends.
*someone slips me a note, a concerned look on their face.*
Okay, apparently it’s actually the 21st century. And also, there is apparently no hope for me ever being hip or cool.
And Finally, a Word of Advice:
I finally finished reading the Rose translation of Les Miserables last night. And I really liked it overall (still prefer Fahnestock).
But the thing is, I finished reading it at work. Which is a really bad idea because I was having such a hard time not crying. So, word of advice: if you are about to finish reading a book that has a sad ending, don’t do it at work!
I mean, if it’s a book you’ve never read, then maybe you can’t help it, beyond putting it away for later if you get the feeling that things are taking a sad turn.
But if you have read it before, especially if you’ve read it four other times, then you should know better. I don’t know what I was thinking.