Books

  • It Was The Book That Changed Me. Now, I Don’t Know How to Feel.

    I was transfixed, sitting inside the magical world it had taken me to. My teacher had read it perfectly, every line was an invitation, every word was so beautiful I could have listened to her all day. The book was… Continue reading

  • Wuthering Heights

    We saw it last night, and whatever they say about its lack of connection to the book…it was provocative. People don’t think of ourselves as animals. We like to see our thinky parts. Our kind parts, our in control parts.… Continue reading

  • Wishes

    I’m on holidays in the middle of nowhere. I have books. I have my computer. I have a heart that wishes for silence and the soft smiles of love. I will sip some tea and close my eyes. Continue reading

  • Charlotte’s Web. and why I am me because of it.

    Perception is a vastly misunderstood word, I think, because, for the most part, we use it in very one dimensional terms. It looks like that man over there is grumpy. It sounds like he is, too, given he’s just yelled… Continue reading

  • She Drifts, Again

    It really did seem like the perfect plan. And so I did it. I set up an official page on instagram to act as the much longed for social media home of ‘The Little Blog of Everything’ and all things… Continue reading

  • Authentically Not Myself

    I am authentically myself when I am not at all myself, and it is magical, beautiful, wonderful. What do I mean by this? Well, I’m not sure. It’s a little too obscure to understand or explain, but I’m certain you’ve… Continue reading

  • Is This The Way The World Was Meant To be?

    I’ve changed. My goodness I’ve changed. And although the change has been gradual, I am living a version of my internal life I have never lived before. It all has to do with my heart, and maybe (probably, absolutely) hormones.… Continue reading

  • Sharing is Caring

    Hello sweet bloggy friends. How are you all? I’m good, thanks for asking. ☺️ I’m sitting at my little white desk, on a grey sky day, wondering about the aching quiet of life. Thinking about how it so often comes… Continue reading

  • The Subtle Art of Patience

    It’s odd, the way my novel is writing itself. I write in short bursts, for what reason, I couldn’t tell you. I develop a beautiful flow, find a sweet new piece of the puzzle to slot into place. Then, the… Continue reading

  • Culling

    I’ve just sent some picture book manuscripts off to a literary agent. I feel a lot more confident in the process since having completed the picture book course last year, so that’s my next aim. To have one of my… Continue reading