You may all be wondering, well Ms A, where have you been? Well, you will be delighted to hear I was doing absolutely NOTHING MUCH. I mean, I’ve wasted a lot of time on passive-aggressively trying to write some decent fiction but other than that, I was mostly trying to avoid any writing at all because, you know, books and things are addictive. I am talking about coffee, you little filthy people.
the knowledge thing
I came back from my holidays and all I was doing was basically feeding on strawberries and literature and that was awesome. Up to the point when I actually refused to take part in reality of sweat and heat around me because the world of my books was so much better. And here I came back to lovely everyday struggles and news about yet another changes to education system. So I though, oh hell, I liked being a teacher so I can say a word or two.
random thoughts on nature of writing hobbies
If you do not bore people enough by revealing that writing is your hobby I would guess the 2nd base is the inevitable question of “So do you write like longer or shorter stuff?” To be honest, for me it’s like asking “Would you go for Chinese or Italian for dinner?”, by which all I hear is “Do you like food or food?”
hakuna ma’insomnia
I am reading this book on sleep quality and sleep culture lately and, as far as I find it pretty ironic that it’s a good reading for sleepless nights, I have to admit, my sleeping patterns are quite fucked up at the moment.
all the feels
I’ve heard lately that I don’t write too much about my feelings. Let me write all the feels down there so I don’t have to go over it again.
Brain Pinata of a Gentlewoman 