I’ve been writing this silly little blog for ages now.
I used to do blogs back in the very early 00s, when they were new and shiny and all my friends were doing it. We would write about our drunken/chemical adventures and our complicated love lives, like so many baby hipster Carrie Bradshaws. We’d all read each other’s and that was kind of it.
So I got serious. I started a proper job in publishing. I concentrated on writing serious novels. I got an agent. Blogging started being all about twee moodboards and making your own bunting.
Then I suddenly kind of missed it and thought it would be nice to do it again, just my random scribblings, for fun, for no-one. I came quite late to one of my favourite writers, Emma Forrest, and when I did, I discovered that she had a blog with months and years’ worth of material for me to catch up on – it was a treat, and I thought that if anyone eventually read and loved my book, there was a chance they might feel the same.
So. I have been chucking my ill-though-out ramblings into the void for ages now. If you have stumbled here due to my book or otherwise, here is a handy digest of my favourite posts from the past couple of years.
I over-empathised so much when Kim and Thurston split up that I wrote a short story about my many feelings.