This weekend was a lot busier than the last few. I spent all Saturday out with my sister looking for my graduation clothes (amongst other things) and then almost all of today playing board games with my friends (although I had to tap out after the first game of Catan … I’m so tired). It’s also days like these, when I catch up and get food with friends and family, whilst we muck around and play games, that I realise I’m lucky and quite grateful for them. For so long I was convinced that I would never be able to make friends that I could do things with, and yet here I am.

This week was a bit of an unusual one, but I feel like things have been wrapped up, and I don’t have to take the same worries into the new week with me. I have a lot to look forward to in the coming months and I feel like I’m shedding the anxieties I had, turning them into eagerness and plans to work with what I know I will be worrying about. I have a strange sense of power at the moment, and I love it.

In the coming weeks I’m going to release snippets of A Writer’s Bookshelf, which will be somewhat of a miniseries. It’s one of my most recently started projects and is broken up into very small chapters, which are probably the perfect size for posting on here, and then I’ll go forward with making it my ongoing project, including editing and processes and thoughts on it at the same time.