The positives they tell you about surrounding yourself with like-minded writers on the same path as you are true. I learnt this first hand when I attended a creative writing course towards the end of last year. It was wonderful to immerse myself into the writing domain, share ideas and tips, get feedback and enjoy a regular weekly spot for something that brings me joy without too much pressure. One of the key things I took away from the course was an intensely padded-out #TBR

She used to disappear as a child but I never worried about her. I knew she was just holed up somewhere, with her nose in another book. My Mother Rather inexplicably, I managed to read a little over 103 books throughout 2018. Reactions to that statement are mixed so let me begin by saying it wasn't intentional. I didn't set out to 'achieve' anything, and I certainly wasn't trying to be competitive (although I think I might be on to something with some sort of competitive rea

On cold mornings, that first white cloud of escaping breath is proof that we are living. Proof of our bodies' warmth. Cold air rushes into dark lungs, soaks up the heat of our body and is exhaled as perceptible form, white flecked with grey. Our lives' miraculous diffusion, out into the empty air. Our 2019 book club kicked off not with a soft entry, nor an easy preamble into what I have planned for our literary endeavours this year. Not at all. We dived deep into The White Bo