I’ve just finished reading Normal People by Sally Rooney. I absolutely loved it for a variety of reasons, but one thing that really stuck out was her exploration of a relationship between a young man and woman, and its evolution over time. It went a lot deeper than many other books I’ve read recently, and really got me thinking about the art of writing relationships in literature.
We writers, for the most part, are driven by one goal. The hallowed prize to beat all others… to be published! If writing was a journey, it’d be fair to say that most people regard getting a book published as the final destination. Only the reality, when it happens, feels very different.
Few subjects get authors more heated than ‘writer’s block’. Some claim that it’s a crippling condition, stoppering their creativity for weeks, sometimes months on end. Others say it’s not even real – and worse, merely an excuse for not settling at the keyboard and pounding some words out.
As you know, I rather specialise in weird. I don’t draw conclusions about the supernatural (as I’ve never witnessed anything that could be scientifically proven), but I’ve experienced more than my fair share of strange things, and it’s given me cause to wonder.
I’ve finally made a start on the complete works of HP Lovecraft. It was a book I treated myself to about two years ago, but the sheer size and weight of it was quite intimidating (seriously, it’s roughly as heavy as a brick)!