Hello, Friday, you have been missed all week!
It’s Friday and I couldn’t be more excited than if it was next Friday.
Yesterday, I finished Mr. Mercedes (review forthcoming) and I started reading The Girl Before by JP Delaney and, like McDonald’s, I’m loving it (Pete Holmes). Vaguely reminiscent of Ruth Ware or Peter Swanson. I’ll give you the full review next week when I’ve finished the book.
Anyway, may your Friday be short and your coffee strong!
Well, I really fell off the wagon. Butt first off the blogging wagon and completely abandoned my blog. For that, I am sorry.
Aside from the two book reviews I posted this week (did you read them?), the last meaningful post I made was March 2016 … TWO YEARS AGO!! The cool thing about that is I can see just how much has changed in that time. And while some things are the same (same job, same aimless, half-hearted mission to complete my Bachelor’s degree), there are a lot changes too, which makes some updates necessary.
I was looking over the blog, seeing what changes I can/should make, and stumbled onto my About Page. It’s not really accurate anymore, so that needs an update (to be completed at a later date – score 1 for procrastination).
In case you were wondering, the statements that no longer ring true are the following:
I think that covers the basics and gives you an idea of where I’m at. Or maybe not. Like always, take what you will from it and throw the rest out. Or save it for later. Whatever.
Basically, what I’m trying to say here is that I’m getting back in the habit. This blog is mostly about books in all their glory, but there’s a little bit of me in it too. You know, my nonsense. 😉
Happy end of the week y’all!
Was it just me, or was this week interminable?!
Sometimes you can’t spot change until it’s long over and done, realizing only too late, you had no say. Sometimes change is so brutal and unexpected that is hits you like a sack of bricks in the face. But occasionally, change can politely tap you on the shoulder and whisper in your ear, “I’m at your doorstep. Choice is yours to answer or let me wander on.”
I know I’ve been MIA for the last week or so, but I’m coming back. I promise!
In the meantime, Happy St. Patrick’s day lovelies! May you show wanton disregard for anything this holiday ever stood for while getting drunk and being merry!
Celebrate the women in your life for their successes and failures, their triumphs and hurdles because every woman is a warrior princess and f*ckin awesome!
I need a writing nook. At the very least, I need an actual place to write (type) where there’s no distractions or clutter and I can center my thoughts.
Fun fact: Most of my posts are written (typed) while I’m watching tv on the couch, or on my lunch/breaks at work. Occasionally, they are started on my phone and finished (again on the couch) when I get home.
Right now, I’m in between apartments and living with my mom (I’m totally winning this adulting thing) and all my stuff is cramped into my old bedroom, her spare room/former office, and the garage. A nice, quiet place to write there is not.
Honestly, though, I’m not sure it would be much better if I had my own apartment. If I had a two bedroom or something and I had an actual office maybe, but even when I had my desk set up at my last place I never actually used it. I need a desk set up with a view; looking out a window for reflection or something (can you tell I’ve romanticized writing?).
Hopefully, before the year’s out, I’ll be back in my own place complete with a perfect writing nook.
Hopefully…
I may have dropped the ball this week and by that I mean I totally forgot to pick a Poem of the Week and do any research.
With that in mind, I present to you, If You Forget Me by Paublo Neruda. I don’t have any history for this or fun facts because, you know, I procrastinated.
I’ll be more prepared next week!
If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
It’s Leap Day, which means you have an extra day to procrastinate, not do anything, and really contemplate how much you really don’t do anything.
How stoked are you?!
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