I’ve been wanting to write this post for a couple of weeks, after an incident on Reddit that baffled me. But now it seems more urgent to address this and what we, as blogger and readers can do to help black authors and other minority groups (people of colour and LGBTQ+) who want their books
A quarter of the year has passed and I’m already halfway done with my Goodreads Reading Challenge. At the beginning of the year I set the challenge to thirty books with the intention to read bigger books. I dubbed the year ‘the year of the chonk’. But so far I’ve only read four chonkers. I’m
For as long as I can remember, stories have been part of my life. Even when I couldn’t read yet. I had a My First Sony, and my parents bought me cassettes with stories on them. I fell asleep every night listening to fairy tales (the Grimm ones, not Disney) or Sesame Street. The voice
It’s already been a week since we came back from Japan, but I needed to recover. The trip was both awesome and exhausting, my brother’s girlfriend already warned us for the jetlag. She needs three days to recover, so I kept the first days light on activities. We met my Twitter friend Cherelle on the
Reading outside of your comfort zone can open up doors you never knew existed. You might find something else you like, or experience something new.
Tessa shares her reasons why she uses fountain pens to write. And it’s not just because they’re fancy (they are, though!), or because it’s the writerly thing to do.
Turning thirty has Tessa reminiscing about the past decade. She talks about how she realised that writing fiction was what she wanted to do most and how she got to that point.
One of the things that bothers me the most when it comes to stories – in whatever medium they come- is when things don’t make sense, when the rules of the story’s universe aren’t consistent. Today I spend a little bit of time talking about that.