Autumn Things: Part 1.

Home, crafts and creativity. Autumn is a beautiful time of year, where the change in weather, the leaves, the shorter days and longer nights catalyse a transformative psychological process in us, we reflect, look forward to the end of the year and to the start of a new one. This time of year has been… Continue reading Autumn Things: Part 1.

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The Search For Dust Begins: The Midnight Launch of La Belle Sauvage.

So you might have heard recently from the rare, mysterious and almost secret organisation type underground of Philip Pullman fans, that he has published and released a NEW BOOK; The Book of Dust Vol. 1 'La Belle Sauvage'. With the release of this new book came a series of midnight launch events hosted by Waterstones.… Continue reading The Search For Dust Begins: The Midnight Launch of La Belle Sauvage.

Home Is Where The Art Is: A Three Day Break In My Hometown, Hull.

Last week I made the quick train trip home for 3 days in between work. My mum got three days off too so we made plans to do and see as much as possible! On Tuesday we ate breakfast at home and made plans to head over to Beverly, a nearby East Riding of Yorkshire… Continue reading Home Is Where The Art Is: A Three Day Break In My Hometown, Hull.

Send me your spooks: Speaking Above The Torch. 

Its October... that means spooky times. A few months ago I started a blog series/project called 'Speaking Above The Torch'. Now, I'm sending out this to ask for a favour: have a spooky/weird/uncanny/generally odd story? It can either be something that happened to you directly or it can be your aunts ghost story she tells… Continue reading Send me your spooks: Speaking Above The Torch. 

Writing on Wednesdays #12 

Fall Away. ​The world is floating by once again, in hues of warming orange and yellow. I watch the trees turb, conkers fall, like polished jeweks, hidden treasure in amongs the leaf laden ground. It's quiet now, for that small snapshot in our year. Before the bustle of Christmas. Walk by the river. Be near… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #12 

Writing on Wednesdays #11

Bote: German for Messenger. I woke early one morning, sprung out of sleep by something unknown. My bedroom was freezing cold, like a window had been left open all day and into the night, the cold winter air filling the room like smoke. But, the window was closed and had been all day. I blinked… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #11

A Brighton Break.

Last week myself and Jordan stayed in Worthing where my dad lives, a small seaside town just down the coast from Brighton, UK for 4 days. I first visited Brighton 3 years ago and immediately fell in love with it. As a northerner, I very often find myself not feeling comfortable down south, believe it… Continue reading A Brighton Break.

Writing on Wednesdays #10: When I visited My First Birthday. 

E.HOURS 6:30 am Today I am exactly 29 and a half years old. Out the window of the Odyssey I can see the gas giant, its rings circling it like the inside of a tree trunk. The Odyssey floats like a cloud, breathing out cold gusts every so often, her windows are eyes, looking onto… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #10: When I visited My First Birthday. 

(A Late) Writing On Wednesdays #9: An Attempted Novelist.

This week I thought I'd talk a little bit about that other thing I kind of do but am a little terrible at keeping up: writing a novel. Just recently Patrick Ness - one of my favourite writers - tweeted (you should 100% follow him) saying that he never writes more that 1500 words a… Continue reading (A Late) Writing On Wednesdays #9: An Attempted Novelist.

Writing on Wednesdays # 8: New House, New Leaf and All That Jazz. 

I mentioned in my apology post from Thursday, I have recently moved! After a series of unplanned and unforseen events unfolded 2/3 months ago, myself and my boyfriend, Jordan ended up looking for a place for just the two of us. It was all very stressful at first and we only had a month to… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays # 8: New House, New Leaf and All That Jazz.