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The self confessed impecunious bibliomaniac within.

I guess you could say I am an impecunious bibliomaniac, yes an impecunious [im-peh-KYOO-nee-uhs] one, not because I am literally ‘poor’ per say, but because I really can’t afford to buy new books all the time, and sometimes I do anyway… even if I don’t get around to reading it until a year later and it becomes the next addition to my backlog of books to read.

Right now my book collection is in storage at my parents’ house until I move into my new home… and buy the amount of book cases I will need for them. But until then I have just been building a new collection until I can be re-united with my older collection.

When I go shopping for a new book, I have no idea what I am looking for, I really at the end of the day just buy whatever books seem interesting at the time, I don’t go for the ‘popular’ books because sometimes you can end up buying something that was not so flattering and along the erotic side of things, when really you just wanted to see what the hype was. The last ‘popular’ novel I bought was ‘The casual vacancy’ written by the one and only J.K Rowling, I still haven’t gotten around to reading this because I have so many other books to read first.


I’ve decided I need to keep a book log, like the ones you get in the library, to show which books you have read and which ones you haven’t, I guess doing a book log is a great way to keep track and review all the books I’ve read. I guess like the website Goodreads. The problem I have with the popular site isn’t that I don’t like it, we all know how many people consider it their esprit de corps, it is that it does not like me… well not me, but my laptop and my phone. For some reason I have the worst luck when it comes to technology, my choices never seem to want to support the regular websites I usually go to.

I don’t want to sound like a mountebank here, but I think paper and pen will be my best option. I am constantly having to buy new writing books because they all serve different purposes. I have separate writing books for everything, from chemistry to theory’s and maths, I also have one specifically for the elements of the periodic table and all the elements properties.

I must stop speaking so magniloquently now, some of you might be getting confused. ;)

Lemon and pepper salmon cuits dans du papier

Lemon and pepper salmon cuits dans du papier (cooked in paper.)

Today I thought I would share what I cooked for dinner, because it was quick and simple.

So you want to start with your ingredients: serves 2 btw (by the way)
2 salmon fillets
2 lemons
1 tomato
Handful of alfalfa sprouts
Quarter of cucumber
Olive oil
Table spoon butter
Pinch salt and pepper

So you wanna start with the salmon, grab an oven dish and some baking paper, place the salmon on the baking paper (in the oven dish of course) season with the table spoon of butter, whole lemon juice, salt and pepper. Wrap the paper up and place in the oven at 180c fan forced for 20-30 mins.

Build your salad with the rest if your ingredients. How ever you want it fine, drizzle with olive oil and a bit more lemon juice to taste.

My salad looked like this.


Then when the salmon is cooked, take it out the oven and serve it :)

Should look something like this.


My addiction to writing… In my head

So yes, I guess you could say I’m a writer, but mostly I am a thinker and I don’t spend nearly as much time on WordPress as I should.

I write a lot of blog posts that don’t even make it onto my site, they either stay on paper or in my head. Some do, the ones I know will get a reaction from people, the ones that make you question you’re existence, the ones that make you smile and laugh and the ones that will make you worried or upset. Sometimes they are small and sometimes they are long, pointless, annoying and senseless. Sometimes my grammar is poor and sometimes it’s over done.

I consider myself a writer, because I find everyone is a writer.
A writer isn’t just someone who can sit there type a few hundred thousand words onto a page, print it out and call it a story, a writer isn’t just someone who reads a lot of books and considers themselves as a ‘nerd’ or ‘bookworm’ or a lover of all things fine and delicate, like a nice glass or bitter tasting red wine (that realistically took them years to acquire the taste for) and a decent paper back on a rainy afternoon.
A writer isn’t just someone who can write a blog post, have hundreds of people read it and feel satisfied at the end of the post, knowing people actually enjoy what you have to share with everyone.
A writer is all these things and more… I guess right?

A writer is a child, who’s imagination knows no bounds, who’s tree is easily converted into a rocket ship, who’s clothes line is Ferris wheel, who’s mothers bra is a pair of head phones, who’s nappies are meteors heading for the earth and who’s sandpit and bucket it’s easily a beach filled with animals and a giant killer kraken who need slaying.

A writer is the crazy person in the mental hospital who can’t quite work out who they are.

A writer is like volcano, lying dormant for years until one day they just have to explode.

You reading this are a writer, your smile has a story and your mind wants to tell it, quick! Pick up that pen and paper, write it, tell it to the world, they may not like it, but that’s not the point – see you don’t have to like my story, because being a writer isn’t about who likes what you have to say, it’s about saying it anyway.
It’s about disregarding the criticism and it’s about just doing.

Go now fruitful minds, write until you cannot write anymore, you know no boundaries for you’re like a child, a child who leaps over all obstacles because they may not see it but there is a giant to be slain and his name is Fear

More paper please.


It’s been a while since I have written more for my novel. The break is much needed – but it wasn’t intentional.

I’ve only had my laptop 11 months now, and about 4 months ago, my toddler destroyed it – he pulled off majority of the keys, somehow deactivated the little touchy mouse pad thing and about a week later the charging doc stoped working.

Now ofcourse I backed up my work – I’ve printed out the chapters and there should be a copy on dads computer, and a USB somewhere.

What bothers me about the situation us not having a computer in general – I would like to get a new laptop, but splurging on a new laptop would be a horrible stab to my bank account – which I can not afford at all.

I was hoping to get atleast half of my novel written by the end of the year, but now it looks like I am going to have to extend that until middle of next year – maybe.

The problem is, having no computer really sucks – if you are wondering – I write all my blog posts on my phone (which would explain the spelling and grammar errors you may come across.)

Sure – I could use my dads computer, but I cant read the screen properly, my eyes have gotten worse since I have had my glasses (6 months) – I get head aches now and my eyes hurt – so its too painful to sit and write at my dads computer with his obscene computer screen.

I would write it all on paper, but I don’t have enough and have no time to buy more at the moment.

So I guess I am thankful for this break.

Question: How do you feel with where you are at, personally with your writing?

Eg: emotions and thoughts on it.