There is currently a decent reading trend happening on Facebook. I am not a huge facebook fan but I thought I would participate in here. After all this is my world.
7 of my favourite books. No explanation. No other words.
Some of these have been taken from my childhood, others are more recent discoveries. All of have influenced me in some way.
Do you have seven favourite books you would like to share, or just one?
- Dystopian future
- Badass protagonist
- Amusing sidekicks
This book is exactly what the cover states, tragic love story meets post apocalyptic America, with some androids, super powers and a bit of Russian Revolution mythos thrown in.
Because, why not?
Fast paced with fantastic world building, Kristoff takes you along for a journey you didn’t realise you wanted let alone needed. As my first foray into YA (I was seriously scarred for life after the Twilight fiasco) I am glad I made the leap. The 15 year old in me was cheering from the sidelines whilst thirty something year old me (proving you are never too old to read and enjoy YA) is about to get her book club to read it.
This book has brought back some teenage nostalgia, so I am off to watch Tank Girl!
Read it. Everyone needs to have a little bit of post apocalyptic girl buddy escapades in their lives.
One of the other creative hobbies I am trying to reconnect with is photography. What better opportunity to start taking photos again, than the latest total Lunar Eclipse on 27 Jul 18.
Flicking through Facebook and Instagram, there are some amazing, breathtaking out of this world photos. And in no way am I comparing my humble efforts to them. But, for a moment, however briefly, I and thousands of other people from around the world stopped to admire the world.
And it made me smile.
Did you wake up to see it? Have any photos you would like to share?
Some weeks the words flow like a flowing river, cutting through their surroundings. Leaving an everlasting impression. The roar of water echoing throughout the landscape.
Other weeks, its almost a trickle. Barely seen, where every tiny drop counts but never seems to reach the level you need. The sound of silence surrounding you.
This week has been the latter.
Looking at a blank page and waiting for the words to slowly appear is not ideal but I force myself to stay. To write. The words appear, sometimes slowly and painfully, but they appear.
Snow, road trips and writing.
What the hell do photos of snow and road trips have to do with writing accountability? Well for one, its is a perfect excuse to look at pretty photos (I may be slightly biased). Secondly, it is about finding time (designated hours, snatches in the morning or the minutes between skiing and schnappy hour) to get the words down.
This month, I made a concerted effort to write everyday, this in itself was motivated by signing up for the 30 day writing boot camp offered by the Australian Writers Centre. As a serial course taker (but perhaps not a course finisher) I signed up as a way to kickstart the current WIP. It was very amusing listening to my own excuses on why I hadn’t started writing before June – I don’t have the time (aka university holiday), I needed to research XY and Z ( reality – I just need an idea. That is what editing is for). But as of Day 22 of the course – I have written 13 K words. I will probably scrap about 12500 of those words, but hey at least I have them down and a better idea of where my story is going. Just don’t ask me to explain it – it may take a while.
And don’t get me started on waiting for the muse – I’m pretty sure mine is directionally challenged and somehow got distracted by a gin bar.
Oh well. Until next time.
Take two of my blog. I’ve got this.
Hears cackling in the background.