All posts filed under: Christmas

You’re Now a Raging Success

I don’t even know how to begin this post… The last time I typed words into this blog was one day before my birthday, all the way back in April. Two days later, I ended my four and a half year relationship, and all the words disappeared. It has taken me close to seven months to actually open up WordPress again, but here I am. About a month ago I dug out my battered original copies of The Paperbook Collective, and started again. I hadn’t actually realised how much I missed it, and how happy it made me feel. My life is now filled with work and events and committees and obligations, but I am determined to make time for The Paperbook Collective once again. So I have been working hard, and Issue Seven is now officially a zine! If you had ordered a copy of Issue Seven before I dropped off the face of the earth, please send me an email to jayde.ashe@hotmail.com. I will do my best to get them mailed out to …

2013 – Year of The Paperbook Collective.

Often at this time of year, these crazy few days between Christmas and New Year, I feel a little worn down and dejected. I often feel overwhelmed at the thought that another year has passed, worried that I didn’t get much achieved, disappointed that I am no nearer to figuring out exactly what I want to do with my life. This time last year I was struggling through the start of my university degree, finding it difficult to complete even one unit at a time. I was working in a dead end waitress job in a café, hating the fact that I was twenty-five and still working 40 hours a week on minimum wage. But more than that, I hated the fact that I could see no way out of this mess of a life, no way of figuring out my dreams let alone pursuing them. New Years Eve was spent with good friends, but I can’t honestly say that I enjoyed myself. I felt like a failure, I felt embarrassed, I felt as though …

A Literary Christmas.

I have a confession to make. I love Christmas. No, I mean, I really ADORE it. It is far and away my favourite holiday. I prefer it a thousand times to my birthday. I love the crappy Christmas carols, the cheap tinsel, the hoards of people who shove their way frantically through the stores as though there is the slightest possibility that shops will run out of chocolates, booze and cheap toys. I often whinge with the best of them about the insanity of these holidays. I don’t want to seem like the odd one out. It’s only November! I say. Why are there decorations in the shops already? Why are they playing Christmas carols and selling plastic Christmas trees and pumping out fruit mince pies so the entire shopping complex smells like the inside of Santa’s workshop?  Secretly, I revel in it. This year, as you probably know, I don’t have access to the thousands of dollars that are usually spent on this mother of all holidays. In fact, I don’t have any money at all. I told friends I wasn’t putting up a …