Today I have realised that I feel I have less to write about than I did before, and the reason is that I haven't read nearly as much. Reading a really good book makes me want to write, in the way that hearing an excellent band makes me want to pick up my instrument, but both are often demoralising since I'm automatically comparing the product to whatever superlative creation has spurred me on in the first place. Inevitably, the venture feels doomed to fail. I also think that many people might be reluctant to write in this manner (i.e. me until about a month ago) because they feel that whatever they have to say isn't sufficiently important.
In which I begin Conversations with Friends, take an uber whilst day-drunk, and not much else of substance. Not mentioned: going to see The Favourite, FINALLY.
A mission statement and inaugural post covering a) masochism and b) the point of this website. 'Today I revived my dying, redundant Kindle and downloaded Dolly Alderton's book...'