Happy December! As a writer, there are many things I want for Christmas.
- A finished manuscript. I seriously need to stop abandoning stories.
- Some new ideas. Sometimes I have too many. Sometimes I don’t have any.
- More time. 25 hours in a day would be nice.
- Small acts of kindness. Is that too much to ask for?
- Peace and quiet. A baby crying nonstop is the complete opposite.
- Someone to retrieve my sanity and bring it back to me. I don’t have any monetary reward, but I’ll dedicate my first book to you.
- More money in my bank account. So I can buy stuff I don’t need.
- A lifetime supply of books. I’m running out of space so…
- Another bookshelf. Too bad my room is too small for that.
- A house with a library in it. And on office.
- The imposter syndrome to go away. Does it ever?
- I’d love for my muse to come back to me. I’m not sure where it’s gone. Probably somewhere nicer and warmer.
- Procrastination can leave me alone. The door is that way. I hope it bites you in the head, you big pest.
- A strong dose of inspiration. The stronger the better.
- I need motivation. Desperately.
- Good sleep. Restful nights where I don’t wake up at an ungodly hour and start to contemplate all of my life choices.
- A better sense of humour. Or someone who gets my sarcasm.
- To see people I want to see and not see people I don’t want to. Knowing my luck however, the exact opposite will happen. I see someone who is a stranger to me more than I see my best friend. The universe clearly enjoys toying with my emotions.
- Patience. Current status: non-existent. I have no idea how people keep calm and collected all the time. I can’t control myself. I’m out of control. Send help.
- I really want to get over my fear of operating a motor vehicle, so I can drive myself far, far away and write for days. That’s my goal in life.
Would you rather only read the first book or the last book in a series? The first. I don’t want to be completely lost
Would you rather never go to a bookstore or a library ever again? Bookstores. I love libraries too much. I can always buy books online.
Would you rather live in a fictional world or have fictional characters live in your world? I want to live in a fictional world. That’d be fun.
Would you rather buy every book or borrow every book? I love buying books. My bank account doesn’t however.
Would you rather read out loud or listen to someone read to you? Read out loud. I don’t do it often enough.
Would you rather always bring a book with you or never be able to? Always bring a book. Ebooks make this much easier.
Would you rather throw a book into a fire or into water? Water. I don’t have what it takes to burn a book.
Would you rather eat dinner with your favourite author or favourite character? I’ll pick the brain of an author any day.
Would you rather spoil a book for someone else or have someone spoil a book for you? I can’t stand spoilers. So I’m going to spoil a book or ten for someone else. Sorry not sorry.
Would you rather have to recommend books you hate or be recommended books you hate? Be recommended books I hate. What an awful life either way.
Would you rather only read at home or on the go? I’m such a homebody. I do a lot of reading at home. I’ll survive doing other things on the go.
When I first started blogging in 2013, I didn’t blog about books. I wrote about writing and being a writer. But eventually I got into book blogging. And I’m so glad I did.
Here are some of the things I’ve learned:
Don’t be afraid to ask.
I was scared to request arcs for the longest time. I waited. I procrastinated. But one day, I asked. And I received.
Being a book blogger isn’t easy. Unfortunately, words don’t write themselves.
You’re allowed to say no.
I can’t say yes to every novel under the sun. I only have 24 hours in the day just like everyone else.
Book bloggers are the best.
It’s a fact. I appreciate all of you.
Reading slumps happen.
Reviewing slumps do too. I remind myself that it’s not the end of the world. Take your time. Take a break if you have to. Then return when you’re ready.
Books are expensive.
I’m always here for supporting authors, even at the expense of my wallet. I’m also here for deals and sales, so I don’t find myself broke.
Prose or poetry?
I’ve read more poetry this year because I took a contemporary poetry course in university. I’ve also written a lot of poems this year as well. But I love reading prose more than anything.
Young adult or adult?
This is tough. Some of my favourite books are young adult. Now that I’m older, I enjoy more mature stories as well. That said, it’s easier for me to relate to young characters.
Romance or paranormal?
I’m not the biggest fan of either. Please don’t come for me. Depending on my mood, I’ll probably reach for a romantic story instead of a paranormal one.
Fantasy or mystery?
These may be my two favourite genres in general. I’m a huge sucker for mystery stories. I can’t write one to save my life though.
I don’t feel all that motivated right now. I’m in a bit of a slump.
Obviously, there are highs and lows with just about everything in life. I’ve been trying to climb back up since the accident.
It was like my world got rocked upside down. I’ve sort of reverted back to old ways, which isn’t a bad thing in and of itself.
I’m also in a weird transitional time in my life. But I’m ready to move forward and look ahead.
Lately, I’ve been making more time for myself. I spent many hours thinking. Maybe it’s time to act now.
I’m not sure how to describe my current state. I’m better physically, but I’m also more present mentally than I have been in the past. I like to believe that’s a good sign.
In spite of everything, I’m excited to see for what’s next.
I can’t wait to read and review the books on my to be read shelf.
I’m dancing, stretching, and exercising better.
I hope to transcribe a ton of blog posts.
I will send my work into the world, regardless of how many rejections I get.
Baseball is in full swing. Beware all my bad jokes or puns.
By the end of 2018, I don’t want to look back and think it’s the year I got hit by a car. I want to be able to say I accomplished my goals. I refuse to be defined by what happened to me.