I did not realise how long it had been since I last wrote. The objective of this blog was to:
My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world. (Oct 2014)
That objective has not changed and while I have not been writing my progress on my blog, I have been working on it in other areas of my life. Now I will try and combine that. Just for clarification any of my new poetry will be on the Poetizer app because I love being able to read poems when out and about. There are some amazing poems on there and I can not more highly recommend people who love reading or writing poetry to visit.
I think today I might just talk about meeting the authoress Nalini Singh (http://nalinisingh.com/). She answered fan/reader questions and was so gracious and inspiring. Nalini lives in NZ and her books are just incredible to me. Her latest is pictured below. I was so anxious being among a lot of people but wanting to meet the woman that weaved words that made me sigh at the romance, cry at the deaths, laugh with characters that I love reading about their lives. I yearn for the next book seconds after I finish the latest. That is not to say I do not read each of them over and over. I now have an autograph I framed and my copy of this book signed.
I feel like a groupie but to me books are not just words on a page, they are the entrance to that world encompassed in the pages. I dream of the plot lines and insert myself or rewrite sections in my own imagination. Although how she writes her stories there is not really any way to improve on them.
I have books in the traditional way and I have a ereader app on my devices. I love books. I can still roam a book shop or a library for hours lost in the sheer number and exploring new authors. There is nothing like the smell of a brand new book. To truly relax I can lose myself in a book and just be in that world rather than amidst the stressors of my own.
I will never not have books or bookcases in my world. Luckily hubby is the same as me. He loves audio books and I love my ereader app but we both need the physical format as well and plan a library in our spare room (when we get organised). The ereader app lets me have access to a book anywhere and anytime and many of my favourites are loaded in there all ready for me. It just isn’t the same as open a book, the rustle of the pages, the creases where I got really involved and squished the page in my rush to absorb it all.
I came to a realisation today. As traumatic as my thesis was I am a writer. I will have a chapter in a book published next year, I have been published in the paper and I now place my poems on display in Poetizer (http://www.poetizer.cz/en/). I just need to re – find my confidence to share what I write or even to simply write.
Thanks for reading this.