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Expections Vs Reality

Expections Vs Reality

As you’ll know if you spend any time in bookish internet communities (or just read my blog), The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater came out this week. Mine, despite having been pre-ordered, didn’t come until the day after release day, but I’m counting myself lucky compared to some folks in the US where Amazon sold out and couldn’t ship even the pre-orders — how does that happen? Once the book arrived, I spent a bit of time admiring the cover,…

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Happy New Queer

Happy New Queer

I am terrified of writing this post. I am terrified that my family will read it and confront me about it and tell me I shouldn’t have written it. I am terrified that there are people who will probably never speak to me again because of it. I am terrified that it will change the way some of my friends view me. I am terrified that people will berate me for not telling them in person. I’m really, really scared….

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I wasn’t made for this

I wasn’t made for this

My conspicuous absence this week has been for two very good reasons: firstly, I was on a ballet course that took up all my time and also my energy, and secondly, I’m ill. You know that saying, “starve a fever, feed a cold?” That’s stupid. I have a fever and a cold. What do they expect me to do about that, then,  eh? *growls* In fact, I was ill to the point of having to miss the last day of aforementioned ballet…

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The Person You Have Called Is Unavailable

The Person You Have Called Is Unavailable

I’ll be without internet the next few days, just to warn you. I’m staying in the countryside with my mum and my french penfriend, Alison, who’s over here to learn English (which is good, because I have forgotten all of my french and so am just talking relatively loudly and slowly and hoping that works). I might be back as soon as Sunday, but probably not until Monday. I thought about taking a leaf out of Miriam Forster’s book and…

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Why I Should Not Be Allowed To Watch TV

Why I Should Not Be Allowed To Watch TV

(Alternative title: “Miriam discovers Supernatural, loses the ability to have a life, and waits for Sherlock Series 3 while talking to a sonic screwdriver.” But that wouldn’t fit.) Just one more episode! Oh, I know I have to do writing, but hey, I can do that tomorrow, right? And you know, sleep, that’s not important. I’ll just watch this episode. And this one. Oops, went over our internet limit. Never mind! But I really need the box set. The bank are sending…

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One Of A Pair

One Of A Pair

I went to see my grandmother today. It’s been almost a year and four months since my grandad died, and I’ve hardly been to the Cottage since, but today my sister drove us down and we spent the day with her. It was a lovely day, as she cooked us a typically enormous meal and we went for a walk and talked about people and life and all the things you talk about with grandparents, but I couldn’t help noticing….

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