Another month has passed and I’m still feeling a little uninspired? I’ve even been sort of absent on my socials, which is… odd for me. I scroll and I scroll everyday and I’m just so bored of it all. Does anyone else get like that? In a matter of no time, I’m almost certain I’ll be back on my game and feeling involved again, but right now I feel a little floaty to say the least. Maybe there needs to be some change around here? I just don’t know. Anyway. April. April was fun. And here’s some of that.
I’m feeling very uninspired at the moment, which you can probably tell from the echo around these parts of the internet. The arrival of April brings some relief, being able to grapple onto a sense of consistency with my usual wrap-up. I’m hoping things will be back to semi-regular content soon. But, for now, let’s talk about March. March was snowy, spring-like, but mostly rain. Apart from that, it was mostly uneventful. Between in-depth Bumble conversations that led nowhere, work and actually quite a lot of books, it was pretty on par with February and that whole ‘you were a kind month’ thing I was banging on about this time last month. April, though. That’s going to be a happening month. And hopefully it’ll inspire some more words. Watch this space.
Published by Harper Collins Children’s Books!
To Angel Rahimi, The Ark is her whole life. As one third of the pop-rock band, for Jimmy Kaga-Ricci The Ark is his life. Thrust into the spotlight at a young age, Jimmy deals with the hangover of invasive fans, his anxiety and missing home. Meanwhile, Angel owes everything she has to the band. Friends, life aspirations and a purpose. All that comes under threat. In the run up to the meet and greet, the moment in which The Ark will become tangible beings in Angel’s life, things begin to unravel — both for the fandom and the band itself.
Let’s give it up for February. February was good. Surprisingly good. It feels like it’s been a long time since I’ve had a solid month where I haven’t been suddenly swamped by heaviness. Throughout February I felt really in-tune with myself. Physically, mentally. I was kind to myself. It was a good month. I went on a date, I had a great girly night complete with hilarious, somewhat terrifying face masks. I reunited with some of my favourite people in the world. And it didn’t drag, which isn’t altogether surprising. As the shortest month, it’s there and gone in a second. I like new months. Although it’s just time passing, a new month always feels like a mini refresh. March, be kind.