on keeping a diary

I’ve a huge box inside my wardrobe back home overflowing with notebooks. From hardcover to softcover to ringbound to leather, in all colours and sizes and patterns, over the years I’ve collated an impressive collection. They’ve each got their own use, too, from story drafts to schoolwork to future plans. But whilst many of those are cringeworthy or pointless to look back on, the ones I always love rereading are my old diaries.

end of term burnout

Here’s a free-write on a Saturday afternoon about something that happened last night. Perhaps it’s more for me than for my readers, but actually I feel like blogging should work like that sometimes, if only in part, and perhaps one of you might have a similar experience or thoughts to share on burnout and anxiousness.