Where we attempt to smash through writer's block with a silver hammer, an Olivetti Lettera 32, and crossed fingers.
I’m in a bit of a Jane Austen mood this week. What can I say; in spite of the feminist in me (who knows that I should not be supportive to any novel where a woman’s problems are solved with marriage) - I love her writing, and I can’t help but fall in love with really old-fashioned English prose!
So, be prepared for much reblogging/scrapbooking of all things Austen-ey. Who knows; it may just get me through my psychology revision.
Chow for now!
Sometimes, I think my brain is a little like a sofa.
I have all these great ideas and words and phrases hanging about there, tucked under the pillows and shoved down the dark space at the back, wedged in between the cushions. All these ideas, all these lovely things I know I could use, and I can’t reach ‘em.
Sometimes I probably don’t even know they’re still there.
How are you today?
I’m a little new to this tumblr-business. To be frank, I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.
Uh, little help? :S