New Year Resolutions 

It’s the time of year when people start thinking about their New Year Resolutions. 

I’m going to lose weight! 

says my sister. I can’t recall how many years she has churned this one out. 

Mum uses that one too. Another involves the cleanliness of the house or resolving to have some room or another redecorated. 

I’ve tried resolutions before. 

I’m going to keep a diary! 

I’ll stop biting my nails

I’m going to lose weight

Yes folks, I’ve tried that too. And yes, I did manage to lose weight. I just have a notorious habit of finding it again once I’ve lost it, plus a few extra. 

I think the only one I’ve really kept is to stop biting my nails. It’s an awful habit I used to be into. Actually I am quite proud of my nails now. I have them painted all sparkly for the festive season 🙂 

Anyway the point is, I can’t keep New Year’s resolutions. To those that can, hats off to you! But I can’t. 

That doesn’t mean I don’t have any goals in mind for the future, but I like to just see how I go. There’s something about putting a goal on paper, in someone’s ear or on the Internet that just makes a flip switch in my head. Maybe it’s the fear that I can’t fulfil it for the whole year. I don’t know. 

If I make a goal it has to start off generic, like, I want to make progress on the novel I’m writing. That in itself is enough. The development of the project then motivates me from there. I hated at school the targets they made you set. Here called SMART targets. 

Specific, Measurable , Achievable , Realistic, Timed 

Anyone else know of these? 

What are your views? Do you set New Year Resolutions? Do you keep them? I’d love to hear from you! 




Not to state the obvious, but I love books. That sounds like a stupid comment I know, but bear with me here. Nothing beats the smell of a brand new book, or just walking into a bookshop and the aroma of unspoilt, un-fingered and unbent pages hits you like a ton of bricks. Only one thing can supplement this heavenly environment that most book lovers consider their second home – freshly ground coffee. That is my ideal place to de-stress and unwind. To give you a little insight I would like to point out I am currently 19, I work the 9-5 and currently living stably. Most of my friends are off at Uni having the time of their lives (I could have gone too, but chose not to in the end), and what’s left to me here I can’t say I speak to all that often. You see they are the type of people I suppose perhaps an older generation would describe as a typical teenager. They go out at the weekends, pickle their livers and have a different person’s tongue down their throat every hour. Maybe that’s being generous. That is my idea of hell. Don’t get me wrong, I go out occasionally, see my friends whilst they’re home and the odd one who I’m still in contact with. It reminds me why I don’t do it more often. When I do it’s mostly a pub crawl. I can’t handle clubs. Too busy, crowded, and frankly drunk people annoy me. I think that’s my inner control freak crying out trying to justify why I don’t want to behave as rowdy and frankly incapable. “You’re really going to drink that?” My inner conscience purrs inside my slightly buzzing and hazy brain. “You see that stupid cow over there? Yes, the one with limbs like an octopus in killer heels that’s about one vodka shot away from landing on her backside… that’ll be you after this one,” it nags at me. I push it away for half an hour. Off on a tangent I know, but I’m sure you can sympathise to a degree. We’ve all been there. All my friends and even my sister threaten to get me ridiculously drunk one day. I won’t be obliging them. I like a drink by all means, but I’m not a heavy drinker. I drink for the taste, not to get rat-faced. I guess that’s the control freak in me. Give me a bookstore and a café any day, maybe a cheeky chocolate muffin alongside. But you HAVE to eat it with a fork – we don’t want chocolate stains on the pages!! ANYWAY back on subject. Books. I read an awful lot, so as much as I love books, I confess I am very much in love with my kindle (other brands of e-reader available). Whilst the smell of a book and the feel of leafing through a book cannot be replaced, a Kindle is far more practical for me to pick up on the move. If you’ve ever tried carrying around any of the Song of Ice and Fire books, or perhaps Raymond E. Feist’s novel Magician, you would know they aren’t the most convenient to carry around. I am known amongst my circles for carrying over large handbags with enough to survive an apocalypse, but still they can get in the way. Cue, the kindle. Slim, light, carries thousands of books yet can be carried in one hand. Weeks of battery life and even the more modern versions have backlights for night time reading. Aside from my phone, it is my most treasured object, hobby and frankly obsession. And I want to share it with you, a place to communicate about all things literary. My ultimate goal is to publish my own work. I love the Fantasy/Sci-Fi genre (more towards fantasy) and I read an awful lot of this genre. Naturally in order to publish I need to broaden my horizons, so I am endeavouring to read a wider scope as well as what I know best to break out of my cage and improve my writing. As to what I wish to write, I have a few ideas, and I’m letting them develop slowly. When I rush all guns blazing into these things I often lose heart quickly. The phase is over and my obsessive personality moves onto the next thing I set my heart on. Well I’m in this for the long haul, and this blog should help me pace myself, and hopefully get some wonderful feedback (PLEASE?!?!) I know this is becoming rather an essay. If you’re still with me, thank you!! If not, well this blog isn’t for you. I am me. I’m not going to change. I’ll have my odd rants and interesting tangents to explore with you in my aim to better myself as a writer. Don’t just think I’m going to review what I’m reading. NO! I’m going to say what I think, yes, but I’m not going to trawl and narrate the plot and put anybody off actually reading the books, because if I do that I’ve failed. Books are complex structures that have to be handled carefully. A novel is not made purely by the number of pages it has. You have to experience and relate to them. Treat them like a person; with love, care and attention. And until my next post I leave you with this analogy from an author I very much appreciate, Christopher Paolini: “Books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning”