So, I accidentally deleted my blog while I was redoing my website. Mint. But I guess it happened for a reason and if anything, it means I can start fresh, which is nice. To kick things off, let's talk about two of life's greatest pleasures: books and writing.
I'm currently working on a project that has to do with an Instagram series I did when I was back in Perth, called #LifeBeforeLondon. I also just started a podcast where I talk about the story behind some of my poems. That was scary for me to put out. It's the most vulnerable I've ever been online. There's something about listening to someone's voice that feels so personal.
I still haven't quite mastered a writing routine but I definitely have rituals I do throughout my day that help my writing. Tea, coffee or a smoothie is a must. I always feel like I need to be drinking something when I write. I love listening to music to set the mood of whatever I'm writing about. Music is so therapeutic for me and makes me feel so much. A psychic once told me that music heals my soul. So, whenever I write, I listen to music and it helps me feel all the feels I need to to write. Reading is a massive part of my life as a writer (obviously). Journalling too. I know there are so many writers that can't stick to a journal but for me, it's my most important ritual. I have so many thoughts that run through my head all the time and if I can't quickly scribble it all out onto paper, I go mad. Majority of my writing comes from word vomit I've written in my journals.
For my journal–a black Moleskine. Always. I write with a uni-ball eye micro UB-150 black pen. I'm so particular when it comes to my pens and this is the best pen I've found for me. A laptop, of course. Right now, I'm using my friend, Lien's Macbook because I had to send my laptop back to Perth to get a new one. I tend to switch between using Microsoft Word and Google Docs. When I don't have my notebook on me, I use the Notes app on my phone.
Usually when I have creative blocks I'll read. I'll read pieces of writing that inspire me or that I love. I'll read till I find the words in me that I need. I'll also listen to music. If none of that works, I'll take a break. I'll go for a walk and just forget about the writing for a bit and clear my mind.
Caroline Calloway, Cat Marnell, Patti Smith, Frida Regeheim, F. Scott Fitzgerald, J.D. Salinger, Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs, Jack Kerouac, Ernest Hemingway, Edgar Allan Poe . . . I'm sure there are more.
A piece of writing/quote/inspiration that I always turn to:
Whenever I get stuck on my writing, I always read that quote from the film, Like Crazy. I have it saved on my phone. That film as a whole is inspiring but when I read that quote, it always sparks a feeling inside of me that helps me write. But there are so many other pieces of inspiration and writings that I turn to for different reasons.
I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn't, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it's the halves that halve you in half. I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me. –Anna, Like Crazy
The first book that made me fall in love with reading:
It's so funny because growing up, I hated reading. Well, I didn't hate reading, I just refused to read. I just didn't like people telling me to read. I hated anyone telling me to do anything. I still do. I know, I'm the worst. I don't know how, but I found out about The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky in my early years of high school and felt the need to read it. I couldn't have picked a better book to read during that time. It was the first book I could relate to. I know a lot of people feel that way about the book too. After that, I was hooked on reading and trying to find more stories I could find a part of myself in.
One book that changed my life:
The Four Agreements by Miguel Ruiz. It was the first self-help book I read. I was 18 and had just come back from living in Los Angeles for a bit. I felt lost and somehow found this book. It opened me up to that world of self-development. Now, I'm all about the self-help/motivational/spiritual/philosophical section in book shops. I fucking love that shit.