Week in Review 09.11 - 13.11.15

Photo of the Week: My Friday afternoon office - my local London Cafe Nero has a pretty great aesthetic. instagram: rosaleepipitone

Photo of the Week: My Friday afternoon office - my local London Cafe Nero has a pretty great aesthetic. instagram: rosaleepipitone

Friday afternoon finds me returned to my beloved London. It's funny how you create different homes throughout our lives. If you had asked me when I was living in London during my Masters year if I would ever call London a true home I would have gone off on a long rant about how I would never EVER call such a heartless city my home. Now looking back on that time of my life, I think going through such pain with London actually helped me to form the strong connection I have to this city now.

I've had an emotionally turbulent week, and I'm doing quite a lot of soul searching. There is a chance over the coming weeks that I may be a little absent online, including on this blog. As you may have noticed - I've not been responding to as many comments or participating as actively in the book community over the past few weeks. I will of course be continuing my daily posts as much as possible. I've had to come to terms over the past few weeks with the realisation that I can't do everything. I'm going to do as much as I can and give my all in everything I do, but I'm also letting go over the pressure I put on myself to be perfect. And of course this period of stress is only temporary - this too shall pass, as they say. I hope you stick around, of course! And hopefully I'll be more available to be friends because I know you're all amazing humans!



I've surprised myself this week - I started Illuminae. I wasn't planning on starting a new book, but something just came over me. I think I needed something wholly different to my usual reading to get me excited about reading in the midst of the stress that is my life. I've only been able to read it little-by-little before bed, but I'm really enjoying it. The Rose Society had to go back to the library before I could finish reading so that's been moved to the TBR. I'm determined to keep Fates & Furies on my Currently Reading shelf as I'm still so invested. But I think that's all I can honestly claim for 'currently' reading this week. 



Check out my NaNoWriMo Update post that went up yesterday!


Not the most attractive chart, but at least there's a good height to it. I've only just fallen behind when counting my 'total' word count for the WIP. Hoping to write quite a lot this weekend, too, so keep your fingers crossed for me.



I have so many thoughts about The Bedford Stop - I'll probably discuss them over brunch with my girlfriends. Well, that may actually be impossible because my 'Top Ladies' live across three cities. My Netflix ban during the week has continued. In the past when I've tried to limit my TV watching I've always been sucked into the Netflix vortex. I don't know how or why I've accidentally found myself resistant to the lures of binge-watching. It's quite refreshing.



I ended up weeping in a Cafe Nero yesterday listening to the Dear Sugar episode on Siblings. It was very unexpected - I am quite a weepy person, but I usually have a good feel for what things are likely to cause weeping. This one just came out of nowhere. A much happier listen - Shonda Rimes' interview on Fresh Air. [Although, the Dear Sugar episode certainly isn't a sad listen, I'm just dealing with some emotional stuff with my siblings at the moment.]


More Reading

This week my Internet reading was quite slight. Highlights:

 Claire Felicie's beautiful photography project documenting young marines' faces before, during, and after their tour of duty in Afghanistan.

Snobbish Literary Trolling - how can you like that book?

The Silent, Painful Cost of a PhD




Poem of the Week

"There is a gold light in certain old paintings"

by Donald Justice

There is a gold light in certain old paintings
That represents a diffusion of sunlight.
It is like happiness, when we are happy.
It comes from everywhere and from nowhere at once, this light,
              And the poor soldiers sprawled at the foot of the cross
              Share in its charity equally with the cross.
Orpheus hesitated beside the black river.
With so much to look  forward to he looked back.
We think he sang then, but the song is lost.
At  least he had seen once more the  beloved back.
              I say the song went this way: O prolong
             Now the sorrow if that is all there is to prolong.

The world is very dusty, uncle. Let us work.
One day the sickness shall pass from the earth for good.
The orchard will bloom; someone will play the guitar.
Our work will be seen as strong and clean and good.
              And all that we suffered through having existed
              Shall be forgotten as though it had never existed.

Another week down. And another weekend ahead.

Have a Shimmering, Shiny Happy Weekend, Friends!