When the podcast Serial came out in 2014, and everyone started raving about how good it was, I vowed to listen to it. That was 3 years ago and I still haven’t listened to it. I put it off for so long because I couldn’t see the point in listening to someone talk […]
Do you still have a big Game of Thrones shaped hole in your heart, and are you also heartbroken by the news that we’ll have to wait even longer than usual for the next season? Well what better way to console yourself than going on […]
I’m sitting here listening to the faint din of the travelling fairground that’s recently arrived in my town. It comes every year, in mid-September, and takes over the same park. I grew up in the house exactly opposite the park so the sound of music banging, […]
It’s no secret that Instagram can feel pretty much impossible to grow on unless you’re thin, white, rich and look like a supermodel (obviously there are exceptions but that’s generally the rule). And let’s not even get started with the algorithm changes and bots! When I first created […]
Like I mentioned in my photo diary Madeira island was never a place that I had ever thought about visiting but now I’ve seen it for myself I’m glad it’s an island I’ve enjoyed a holiday on. Madeira may be a small island (according to the 2011 census it had […]
Rubyfruit Jungle is a book about growing up as a lesbian and defying the norm in 1970s America. It’s about finding yourself and paving the way for the people who follow. *This review contains some spoilers for the book Rubyfruit Jungle* I’ve never read a […]
Since my first trip of the year didn’t quite go as expected I have decided to make myself feel a little bit better about some upcoming trips I want to take this year. Since I took my first Christmas trip abroad (to Madeira – you […]
I really hate myself for cancelling my trip to Warsaw, especially since the best version of myself is the one when I’m solo travelling and exploring new places, but I just knew that going wouldn’t be the right thing for me to do. I booked […]
February has been super busy (and weirdly short compared to the 10,000 day long January we just had), so I’ve not really had much of a chance to do anything. As a result I’ve let my blog fall by the way-side, I’ve not been that […]
My car speeds down the country lane, twisting expertly around the sharp bends, and swerving around the dips in the surface I’d travelled over 100 times before. Day in, day out. I flick the windscreen wipers to the next level as they are no longer […]
I’ve always said that the moment I fell in love with writing was the moment I learned how to hold a pen. Whilst that may be a slight exaggeration, I struggle to remember a time when I didn’t write. Fiction mainly, but no style has ever been off limits.
That’s why I started a blog in the first place- to give myself an outlet for my writing that wasn’t just a folder of my printed work stashed away in my bedroom.
But somewhere along the line, that outlet became something else. It became another place in the competition of who can write the most relatable lists, who has the most hilarious writing style, and who can photograph the most pinterest-worthy flatlay. Now though, I’ve realised that, not only can I not keep up with it all, I don’t want to.
I made this decision a few weeks ago, on a Sunday morning. I sat in bed, wrapped in a duvet, staring at the blank screen of my laptop in front of me. The glaring white hurt my eyes in the dimly lit room and the screen started to blur. Next to me was a list of blog post ideas that usually do well for other bloggers; self-care tips, how to stay motivated, how to take great photos with an Iphone.
To the other side of me lay my ‘passion notebook’ (which is not the seedy little black book that I’ve just made it sound like!). It contains all the things I really want to be writing about: the beginnings of short stories, yet another story about a city I’ve fallen in love with but that I don’t think I can post because I’ve posted too many things about this one place already, personal anecdotes and life updates.
I felt like I needed to choose one or the other. Now that I have a full time job, money to see friends more often, and a new relationship (which I had up until a few days ago), I have next to no free time to write, and I really don’t want to be spending the limited time I do have writing about things I have little interest in.
I’m going to go back to writing for me and those who happen to enjoy what I post.
From now on, on this blog, there won’t be any half-arsed motivational lists, anything written for the sake of producing content, or perfect, bright white flatlays (not that there was anyway). Instead you’ll get to know what books I’m reading and what cities I’ve fallen in love with maybe recently, maybe a while ago. You’ll get to see some more of the photographs that I’ve taken lately and read the short stories that I scribble down in the middle of the night.
There will, of course, still be city guides, relatable lists and reviews, but they won’t be written for the sake of being written.
In these last few months, whilst I haven’t posted anything, I never once thought about giving up this blog, but I did know I wanted to take it in a new direction. I’ve just not had time to sit down, write some posts, and plan this new direction. I think I’ve gotten myself back on track now though, so there will (hopefully) be regular posts from now on.
I love this blog and I love to write, I just needed a break to go back to the beginning and remember why I started.
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