Self-Ashtualisation

   ‘OK… Wow… What has happened to me,’ the mental echo I will be hearing as I write this and long, long after the completion of this reflection is inevitable. I just have to accept it as well as the fact that whilst I am still me through and through, I have definitely evolved for better or worse, though hopefully the former – one is never the best judge of oneself indeed. The past two days have been both overwhelming and thrilling – more perhaps the latter than the former, for my horizons are once more expanded beyond my wildest beliefs. Yes, as the title of this post has suggested, I have made over fifty new writer and reader friends in just two days – friends with whom I’ve had stimulating virtual conversations on two of my favourite pastimes, reading and writing, of course.    Social networking was never my forte. I believe it is still not, however because openness to experiences is one of my strengths, why not embrace the opportunities to be more open indeed? It was with these

   Hi everyone 💖 How are you (booked up) today? Are you all booked up by work or by books? If it’s the former, you are in the right place and if it’s the latter, by what books – fiction or non-fiction? If you have been reading too much non-fiction and need a break to prevent your no-longer-all-fired-up-brain from being all fried up, check out this post , in which I recommend eleven electric novellas under 200 pages that will hopefully help you relax, restore and/or reset your brains, so that you are back on your productive feet. If you have been reading too much fiction and desperately in need of a dramatic change of scene or a change of the dramatic scene you keep finding yourself finding however, I can assure you, without an ounce of doubt, that you are reading the right post indeed.    ‘Wait, what about us, those who are far from booked up in any sense of the phrase? Have you forgotten us, you foolish writer of this post, hmm?’ That, my friends, is the sound of the Greek chorus

When I socialise, demoralised over cup after cup of glass-half-full non-caffeinated virtual hot beverage, I am immediately uncoupled from my twin flames, myself and I, so who’s left? Me. Burnt out. Black-coffeed. Dramatically dehydrated. I hug my burnt-black-coffee self with my loose arms, muscles relaxed, but steady as bookshelves, momentarily armed, moneyed, materialised with breathing, reading material. Bye-bye or rather welcome (back), sugar!