Free Book Giveaway: Hello World!!!!!!!

Good morning everyone! So today’s an exciting day! For this weekend only, you can download my book Hello World on Kindle for ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! You don’t even need a kindle, with the kindle app, you can download many books onto tablets, mac’s and iPhones! So what are you waiting for? 😉

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Grief. That’s all Neve can think about, it is the only thing she is really certain about. It dominates her life. Depressed and tormented by an unknown source, Neve is struggling to hold onto her life, until mysterious new boy Jay turns up and sets off a series of unforgettable events. 

But everyone has secrets. Jay’s aren’t dirty secrets though. He won’t break your heart or turn his back on you, he won’t stab you in the back or laugh in your face. No, what Jay keeps hidden is ten times worse and slowly killing him from the inside out.

Jay is determined to save Neve from herself and show her what living really means. Neve is determined not to. After all, how many times can your heart break before it becomes unfixable?


Lessons Learned

This post isn’t really about me… but more on my poor old flatmate who SHOULD have done her uni work before she got back and had me to distract her 😉 Okay, so this is kind of about me.. and how I’m a terrible friend.

It only started because my Sherlock T-shirt finally came in the post. I ordered it before uni but accidentally sent it to my home address, so I was gutted when I didn’t have it in time for the premier of the last episode, which obviously meant the episode had to be rewatched on its arrival. And what an episode it was!!!! Even rewatching it sends me on an emotional roller coaster, and now that Moriaty is alive??? D: D:


Yet, even though the fangirling is over, I’m still sitting my roomate’s room sharing Sherlock conspiracies on Twitter and writing this post. Yeah, I’m a terrible friend… but if your Bestie can’t distract and endanger your grade, who can?

The Dreaded New Year’s Resolutions

Perhaps my first resolution of the year should be not to procrastinate as much. I should be writing an essay, but no, I’m surfing the interweb in search of something more interesting instead. 

Personally, I stopped writing resolutions years ago, when even at the age of thirteen my top two were to eat more healthily and get more exercise. I don’t have a great relationship with exercise, and don’t even get me started on the manky green stuff. But I like to think my physical activity has gotten better, and over the years I’ve gone through stages of keeping up with running (that has to count for something, right?). But now I do dance, and that’s enough to keep my muscles ability to still walk in tact and keep my conscience at ease too.

But yeah, healthy food? Not even close. 

I try for that target of five a day, and I’ve actually gotten better since going to uni because I can always hear my mother’s voice in my head whenever I go food shopping. I even bought fish one time because I could feel her scolding me as I walked past the isle. I don’t even like fish. So I’m going to attempt to eat less chocolate… but again, stressed uni student here. I don’t think that is going to happen, no matter how many times I get told it causes spots. 

I guess my main resolutions then are more like goals… the first to make it into the second year of uni. The second to see my new book does actually become a hit.

So instead, I’ve decided to create a list of anti-resolutions, because I’m not gunna lie, I’m quite happy with life at the moment.

Anti-resolution list:

1. Have at least one all-you-can-buy-in-Morrison’s binge with the flatmate while watching some brilliant film a month, preferably more.

2. Watch ALL of the Disney films – because you’re never too old.

3. Stay in pyjamas all day because the outside is cold.

4. Drag yourself into the lounge at least twice a day, if not just to get more food – you should get some exercise after all. 

5. Continue to order takeout at three in the morning instead of having a nice glass of water and going to bed after a night out, because the takeout drivers should appreciate the work.

6. Don’t listen to Mum’s warnings until proved right… Or all of your clothes shrink in the wash…