To start my 2017 correctly I traveled to Copenhagen for 4 days. A mini break before the chaos of university and the looming realization that deadlines are close.
I have found myself Googling the role of an editor more frequently than I used to.So much so Google has it saved in its history.
I have read the definition so many times it is ingrained in my memory. It places itself so calmly and so abruptly on my screen that I can’t ignore it. And I become both disappointed and ashamed.
It is commonly known that if you want to write well you must write about something you know and love.
I’m British, so it’s safe to say I know a lot about tea and I’m a bit obsessed by it.
I know the perfect brewing time, the perfect amount of sugar and most importantly the water should always be added before the milk. It’s blaspheme to suggest otherwise. I own a plethora of tea flavours which are stored in my tea cabinet; displayed proudly in the living room for all to admire.
But despite all this, the golden rule of tea is that it should be drank from your favourite mug to gain that extra sense of comfort after a long day. But last Monday, as the Halloween clock struck, I broke my one true mug.
Halloween, the time for ghouls and ghosts, for devils and demons but in recent years Halloween has been rife with slutty pumpkins, hoards of black cats and abysmal foam costumes. What happened to the vampires, fake blood and decaying dead?!
As a child, Halloween was a time for free sweets, chocolate and sometimes the odd 20p. Knocking on my neighbours doors and shouting ‘Trick or Treat!’ at the top of my lungs was possibly one of my favourite past times. Dressing up caused chaos. As the bin liners were ripped and red felt sewn, the house turned from luxury to decrepit mansion; the ultimate Halloween haven.
Since then I’ve taken Halloween seriously.
The Sunshine Blogger Award is given to a blogger who brings inspiration and positivity to their readers and followers.
Thank-you for the nomination Bex! I am very grateful to receive such an award and again apologise for the late posting of acceptance. I am pleased that my words and tales have connected with many bloggers, and hope that they continue to do so.
- Thank the person that nominated you.
- Answer the questions from your nominator.
- Nominate fellow bloggers you follow.
- Give them 10 questions to answer.
There are times such as this when I have writers block. When I have so many things to say but I can’t fathom the words to say them. My creativeness stifled by deadlines and work, so I look back to my old posts. The posts which have been lost at the bottom of the pile and I write.
From this adventure through my past, I found a letter I had written to myself in 2012. It was addressed to my 20 year old self and now that I am 21 I can think of no better time to send a reply.
Dear 17 year old Anna,
I want to answer your queries with ‘yes’ and ‘no’ but such answers are unsatisfactory. They do not justify the naivety of your wishes and regard them as irrelevant to my life today. But as you now know, they are not. Continue reading “A reply to my 17 year old self…”
Summer: the expectation of adventure and friends. Of sun and travel. Of relaxing and memories. But instead summer is long and arduous. Days are spent monotonously going round in circles and you can’t help but feel like cattle going to slaughter. And suddenly Autumn arrives again…
There was no post on Monday despite my hardest efforts to write. And the continuing promise to myself to post weekly echoing throughout my body. With the scheduled post last week came a period of relaxation. Able to rest in Cheltenham before the upcoming rush of packing, organisation and moving. On Saturday I travel back up to Glasgow to start round 2 of university.
And while the Summer wraps up in its hibernating slumber I begin to plan a year of travel and work. And write a few posts for next week.