Month: June 2013

A Loafer’s Manifesto.

Hectic. That is the only way I can sum up the past few days. It’s been a madhouse over here. When my partner and I decided that I wouldn’t return to work after quitting my last job, that instead I would double up on my university load so I could graduate a year early, hectic was not the way I envisioned my days. I imagined a life in which I studied calmly, finished assignments early, wrote voraciously, kept the house clean and cooked wonderful meals. With so much free time, how could I ever run out of it? Where does it all go? I wake up every morning at 5am, sit down at the computer then suddenly it’s 11.30. Then I make lunch and blink and it’s 4pm. I never seem to have enough time to fit everything in, I’m always rushing or late with something. It reminds me of that demeaning line that people say to unemployed homemakers, ‘But what do you do all day?’ There is no answer to that question. You just do …

A Paperbook Day…

So once again, life fell by the wayside today as I spent the day engrossed in this new project. I have received a few emails from people already so I hope the rest of you are getting your creative vibe on, ready to get involved in the magazine! I can’t wait to read your stuff, with the quality of work that appears every day in my reader I know this magazine could be brilliant. Feel free to send me anything you like, no matter how large (under 800 words!) or how small. A sneak peak of what I have been working on… Do you belong on this list?     The more people we get involved in this project the better, so feel free to re-blog if you think your followers would be interested! I really appreciate the support I have had for this project already, it proves once and for all just how awesome this blogging community is. Join the project and share the love.

I Need You.

Yes, you. And you. And you over there in the corner. I need all of you. Something new is brewing behind The Paperbook Blog. It started as an idea and it has slowly gathered momentum until it is filling my every waking thought. Which is definitely intruding on my ability to get anything else done, but never mind. University assignments can wait… Friends, fellow thinkers, artists, poets, designers and creators, I am starting the Paperbook MAGAZINE! (Don’t worry, it has a better name than ‘Paperbook Magazine’, but it is under wraps for now…) What the hell? Whyyyyy??????? I can hear your brains screeching from across the globe. Let me do my best to explain: What it’s all about: Basically, I want to create a free online literary magazine. Why? I’ll get to that in a minute. The magazine would include: Creative Non-Fiction, Flash Fiction, Short Stories, Book Review’s, Poetry, Art, Author Bio’s, Photography, and whatever else appears from the madness. It would be available from my blog in the form of a free downloadable PDF. It would be published monthly, or …

Where will all the crazy go?

I’m going to break the rules today. It’s Monday, the official rule-breaking day, after all. The day we break our diets and our savings plans, the day we break our promises to ourselves that ‘this week is going to be a better week!’ I’ve broken about six of my weekly goals already, and it’s only 3 pm. So what’s one more. This blog is a blog about books, I know. About books that other people write, not me. But today I’m breaking that rule, with the help of a daily prompt by the Daily Post. (I never do Daily Prompts on this blog – another rule broken.) The prompt is called, poetically, Island of Misfit Posts. It is blatantly encouraging bad behaviour: We all have something we’d like to write about, but that doesn’t really “fit” our blog. Write it anyway. You asked for it. Here I go. Human’s should not live in close proximity to each other – a piece of creative non-fiction. Not long ago, I had a very interesting conversation with my little brother. He is …

The Controversial Enid Blyton.

So, I had planned to write a post in which I explored the lives of controversial writers. The older I get the more I want to know the person behind the words…because let’s be honest, they’re so damn fascinating! This idea was given to me by one of my awesome followers, the lovely Jade over at Jade’s Jungle. In response to my post on Enid Blyton’s The Enchanted Wood, Jade made an intriguing comment about how Blyton’s life didn’t reflect her writing. I had to know more. I had a post drafted in my head, one in which I looked at the controversial lives of several writers. But this was put to rest by another amazing follower, belllettres, who informed me that Blyton’s work has been severely censored, re-edited and generally bastardised in order to comply with our ridiculously PC society. I had to know more. There is so much controversy surrounding this beloved children’s author that there is no room to look at others, they will have to wait for another day. So, to Enid Blyton. One thing …

We Were Happy People.

I have a confession to make. I have never told anyone this before, probably in fear of their disapproval or outright disgust. It’s quite shocking, after all… Sometimes I wish I was a 1950’s housewife. It’s true! It’s not just the clothes and the hair that attract me, although I do find them adorable. It’s more the whole package, the je ne sais quoi of these visions of loveliness who had nothing more to worry about than keeping their home and their husband in perfect order, vacuum in one hand, cocktail in the other. I know, I know, I’m appalling. This flies in the face of fifty years of feminism and equality, women’s rights and liberty. I don’t care. Before you judge me too harshly, it’s time to introduce you to my favourite travel writer. And what better way to introduce you than with his own autobiography, The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am talking about Bill Bryson. Although I do enjoy his many travel novels, it is this …

The Visual Effect…

Good morning lovely followers. I have decided to begin an slow and painful widening of my horizons…as far as social media is concerned anyway. You have probably noticed that I use Instagram to create the snippets and sneak peaks of the books I read and review. I personally love reading blog posts that are adorned with pictures, whether they are a photographic blog or not. No matter how old we get, we are all children at heart, or at least I am anyway. And as much as I adore reading, I also adore looking at the pictures. As Alice herself says: What is the use of a book…without pictures? So much like Alice, I am venturing through the looking glass of the social media world. I have decided to add my Instagram to this blog, firstly to decorate it but secondly to give you an insight into my literary life. I’ll have updates on books I’m reading, books I love, authors, quotes and a glimpse into my solitary, isolated, day-to-day existence. As you know, I am currently unemployed, (completing my …

What An Adventure.

I’ve got too much going on. Way too much. I blame the invention of Page Tabs or whatever those things are called, which let you have dozens of internet pages open at once. My curser is flicking between them like a fly on speed. Right now I have three different university websites open: two Discussion Board’s and a lecture that I keep pausing to do other stuff. I have four WordPress pages open: two with draft posts for this blog, one on the homepage of my other blog, and one open onto the Reader. I’m trying desperately to catch up on over a week of missed posts. I also have my email open, an online thesaurus open, a website of local movie times…and ok, I’ll admit it, Facebook is open too. Bloody Facebook. Every now and again I get completely frustrated and close everything. ‘Do you want to close all tabs or just the current tab?’ CLOSE ALL TABS, DAMMIT! Ahh, that’s better. Now, let’s do one thing at a time. Ten minutes later, I’m back to those itty bitty …

Did You Miss Me?

Hello to all my lovely fellow bloggers and bookaholics…did you miss me? Did you notice I was gone? I missed you. Circumstances beyond my control have dragged me, kicking and screaming, away from my computer for over a week. It has been a long, difficult string of days but I am glad to shout from the rooftops…I’M BAAAAACK! Amongst the dull obligations of my past week I have managed to sneak in a few good books, and one absolutely terrible one. Have you ever had to live through the experience of reading a completely terrible book by an author you love? Especially when it is a pre-pre-prequel to a trilogy that you adore? I was so shattered upon finishing this book that I immediately Googled some reviews, wondering if I had somehow skipped over the part which made it a story rather than a random collection of character descriptions. Alas, the only thing I learnt from other book reviews was all the terrible things I had missed whilst reading. Molto deprimente. Very depressing. I may …