Stop Complaining – You’re The Problem

What's Bookstagram's favourite topic to talk about? Bestselling authors? Scented candles? Rainbow bookshelves? Maybe, if there's enough time, even the occasional book? That would be the obvious conclusion, but no. It's the Algorithm.  Everyone but the lucky few get hit by the Algorithm, deserving of its capital letter through the sheer frustration it inspires in... Continue Reading →

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No Words Wasted

Do you ever feel guilty for writing things other than your novel? Here's why you shouldn't.

Book Release – Proof of Purple

Today I'm happy to announce I'm part of the blog tour for the newly released Proof of Purple by talented young author J.C Buchanan. "Sixteen-year-old Saige Pemberton lives in a perfect world—a world free of sickness, crime, and chaos. But for Saige, nothing in her life is as easy as it should be: not with... Continue Reading →

I’m Not Standing Still

In my last post, I mentioned how I spent the past few months doing anything but writing my novel and blogging. That doesn't mean I've done nothing, so here's a quick roundup of my time since May. Let's make that since June. May was a blur of revision, exam questions, early morning study sessions and... Continue Reading →

Back at it Again

In May this blog went on hiatus. Between exams and travelling it wasn't feasible for me to keep it up, so I decided I'd take a short break and restart in August. A good plan. Nothing wrong with taking a break when needed. Except it almost wasn't so much a break as a break-up. What... Continue Reading →

It’s My Blog Birthday!

This blog’s not dead. It may have looked it for a long time but I’ve been planning and writing posts for almost a month, ready for my big comeback. Only several months late. Like I’m sure someone important once said, I’ve been turning my weakness into a strength by writing posts inspired by my huge break... Continue Reading →

Young and in Love with a Book

When I was younger, up to about age fifteen, I devoured books indiscriminately. It didn't matter what they were - as long as they were in reach, I'd pick them up for a quick nose and come to my senses about three hours later with the book finished, or when someone forcibly pried it off... Continue Reading →

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