Saturday, 25 April 2015

Post Readathon Musings

I didn't end up doing much reading last night for the Dewey's 24 hour readathon, mainly due to personal reasons. I went to bed crying and unable to do anything by lie catatonic in bed. I napped like 3 or 4 times, trying to escape the feelings I was experiencing.
I did, however make some progress. I finished White is for Witching, as well as Lumberjanes (which I adored), and made a lot of progress on Vanishing Girls, though it's taking a while for me to get into it. It's supposed to be a thriller, and is likened to Gone Girl, but I don't see the resemblance.
Well, that's enough ranting about me.
How did everyone else go on the readathon?

Friday, 24 April 2015

Dewey's 24 Hour Readathon

Ah, it's that time of the year again, where I get to read nonstop for 24 hours, push myself for as long as possible. It's one of my favourite days of the year.

Today's TBR stack consists of

Vanishing Girls by Lauren Oliver

Finishing White is for Witching by Helen Oyeyemi

Rose Under Fire by Elizabeth Wein

Finishing The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black

LumberJanes by Noelle Stevenson

Bee and Puppycat  by Natasha Allegri

and reading a sizeable chunk of A Feast for Crows by George R.R. Martin

What are your books for the readathon? Comment below. :)

Started: 10am.

Edit: 10:25am - Finished White is for Witching

Started reading Lumberjanes

12:41 - Finished Lumberjanes

12:58 - started Vanishing Girls

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

February's Book Haul

What I've been up to in March + future plans

March is a strange month. It comes after the 28 or 29 days of February, and it's got daylight savings to boot.
For me, March was a month where I got very serious about editing my current novel, and lazy about writing a different novel. Now let me tell you, editing is hard.
See all those red lines and scribbles? Editing is no joke. I plan on writing a series of posts about my editing processes. Because it is looooong.

On the personal side of things, life is bumpy, as it always is. I have my good moments where I edit whole chapters in the space of a day, and days where I barely have the energy to leave the house.
But I've been slowly slowly beating depression's butt.

With depression, it's hard to actually get up and do something productive. I've been writing this  post since February. But I really want to reconnect with the online world, so here I am.

Thursday, 5 February 2015

My Relationship with Books

To be a writer, first you must be a reader. (I think someone important said that.)

My first interaction with books was when my mother would build me little forts out of books, and I'd choose one to pore through. I don't have any memory of this, but mum insists it was really cute.

My first memory of books was reading in the dead of night. When I was a child, I was scared of the dark (still am, come to think of it), so the light in the hallway outside my door was lit until one of my parents woke up or so. Each night, I'd wait for my parents to fall asleep, and creep out into the hallway and sit right down on the floor with one of the numerous books I'd borrowed from the library.
That was how I'd read most of the Harry Potter books, and the Lord of the Rings, as well as playing Pokémon Silver. When I heard the creak of my parent's bed, or the sigh of them being roused from sleep, I would hustle back to bed and pretend I'd been asleep. If I was lucky, it would be a false alarm, and I could go back to reading until it was time for school.
To this day, I have reading-induced insomnia.

When I was in highschool, reading was never really cool, so I stopped it for the sake of joining in with my friends. What they didn't know was that I was devouring books like Les Miserables and attempting at War and Peace. I was the first one in my group--and probably the school--to read Twilight, and thought it meh before moving on to real vampire books like Anne Rice's series.
I'd also spend my nights reading fanfiction, or original fiction online, on fictionpress and its sister site. I must have read hundreds of words worth of books in those years.

It was only when I had graduated from highschool, when I'd removed myself from several toxic relationships, that I'd enveloped myself in the world of books.
I firmly believe that it was my lack of books during my teenage years that made me so heavily suicidal. Now years later, I have my books and I feel so much better.

Books are magic. Everyone says that, and that's because it's true. Twilight was so popular because girls could leave their boring/over-complicated/abusive/etc'd lives for a little while. And it's because I can leave myself for so many hours at a time that I've been able to cope with depression.

And with the devouring of books came the inevitable writing of books. I'd run out of books I'd wanted to read. I'd read everything on fictionpress; so I wrote something I'd want to read.
That part still remains. Right now I'm in the mood for selkie/mermaid hybrids and the end of the world and human sacrifices, and that's exactly what I'm writing.
Write the book you want to read (I'm sure someone definitely said that.)

Sunday, 1 February 2015

In which I blog about my other blog

So, to some, it might not come as a surprise that I review books on the side under a pseudonym, Nikki Mars.
I just started updating that blog, after having it be on hiatus for 3 years. I've dusted off the cobwebs and gave it a new layer of paint to freshen it up. My first review is of Divergent, and some of the issues in plot I had with it. Check it out.

In the meantime, I plan on making more writing based posts to fill this blog up. Right now I'm working on a post about likeable characters: do we have to like a character or not in order to have a good book?

If you have any other requests for writing based posts, or even just life stuff about me and my furry animals, please leave a comment or email me. I love hearing from you all.