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How to write a blog post when you have no ideas: a memoir

Hey y’all! This post is definitely inspired by my own lack of inspiration right now. So since I can’t seem to get something solid out of my mushy brain at the moment, I came up with some ideas for what to do next time this happens! For me, for you, for anyone — if you’re feeling stuck give these a go!

You’re welcome, future me.

  • read posts by some other favorite bloggers
  • review old posts of your own and see if you have any opinions that have changed
  • read an old review for a book that you’ve since re-read and see if you felt any differently on the latest read
  • a list of books you weren’t into right away but loved by the time you finished
  • check out different bookish memes and see if one strikes you (Top 5 Saturday / Tuesday, Let’s Talk Bookish, First Lines Friday…)
  • write a review, because you KNOW there are books that you never got around to reviewing ๐Ÿ˜‚
  • look up pictures of libraries in cities you want to visit because they’ll be gorgeous and then you’ll want to visit them even more ๐Ÿ˜
    fun fact (or maybe just a nerdy-me fact): when I was in Amsterdam I spent an entire day reading and exploring in their library because IT IS AMAZING.
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Spine Poetry – How to Love

This session of spine poetry comes off of my shelf of books from around the world. Some I’ve read already and some are still waiting, but this is one of my favorite shelves ever. ๐Ÿ˜Š

Today it’s given me a bit of a first-time-in love feeling, where mistakes are made and learned from. I hope it ultimately has a more positive feeling, but you tell me!

Between shades of gray,
a love that never tires.
heart of darkness, chasing the light.
the best we could do?
the upside
of falling
down:
the art of hearing heartbeats


The story

As always with writing and especially poetry, what the author had in mind doesn’t really matter. The story is created through interaction with the viewer and has infinite possibilities. But this is what I had in mind when writing this. And I absolutely love it.

I imagine here two people who are together and work for their love. They fight, they struggle, they question if they’re right for each other. There are a lot of tears and pain, but the good times are so good that it seems like its worth the trade. They try so hard to be better, to be what they think they should be. Ultimately they can only keep trying, keep failing, and keep learning. Each time they push the other away, the ultimately learn how to bring someone closer. Every hurtful word and painful moment teaches them about each other and themselves, and in the end allows them a deep intimate knowledge. With trust and persistence, they can learn how to balance the good and the bad and when they do, their love will be dynamic and impenetrable.


Do you get a different story or tone from this? Have you read any of these books? Let me know in the comments! โœ

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Spine poetry – true story

Why is it so easy to write sad depressing things from book titles? Is this a revelation about what I read? I had no idea…

This session of spine poetry is fully powered by books I’ve read from NetGalley (thanks NetGalley!). It’s a little bit longer, and I was delighted with how well I managed to make it come together. It can also tell the story of another book on my NetGalley list, Every Other Weekend by Abigail Johnson. Without further ado, here it is:

Big lies in a small town, unearthed
Only mostly devastated
master of
sorrows, scars
like wings.
Lost
and found every colour of you

The art of looking up


The story

As you can see, I got a little more creative with the formatting here instead of just providing the list of book names. I wanted to focus attention on certain words and pairings. The physical shape of it is deliberate, driving down narrower and narrower into the word lost before expanding out again, emphasizing how you can feel like you have less and less.How until you’re able to grow past the darkness, often with the help of someone else, you feel lost. How you can be dazzled back into life by someone else’s reckless happiness (thanks Rooster Teeth).

So how does this align with Every Other Weekend? Well let’s take a look! Big lies, relating to Adam’s discovery of what the heck is going on with his parents. Those are unearthed, leading him to a spiral of anger and fear that he struggles to get out of. Enter Jolene, who has been living in a similar world of family disaster for so long that her hate has crystallized into scars (sometimes more literal than we’d like). Both feel completely lost, and then they find each other. They learn each other and through that, themselves, and ultimately learn how to find joy in any shade of life.


Reviews for each book in this list here!

Every other weekend
Big lies in a small town
unearthed
Only mostly devastated
master of sorrows
scars like wings
Lost and found

every colour of you
The art of looking up

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Spine poetry – that painful hope

I did it once before, and like I said, I enjoyed it quite a lot! I set my shelf to random and tried my hand at another session of spine poetry. I feel like that needs another name though; that sounds aggressive and kind of morbid. Maybe it will sound better if I think of it in a “written on the body” way.

Anyway, today’s spine poetry creation is a lot lighter than my previous one. Perhaps this one means a little less, too, but I love the idea of it and the ease of (imaginary) love.

If you’re out there,
one small thing
before the coffee gets cold:
if I never met you,
what if it’s us?


The story…

I imagine here someone laying in bed in the hours before your alarm goes off, the time when you can pretend you don’t have any life obligations. The time when you’re allowed to wonder, and question, and dream… and sometimes on worse days, to worry.

This blends a bit of both, as someone is lying alone and wondering if the person they’re meant to be with is out there, waiting for them. Or worse: if they’ve already passed by and they’re so close, yet so far.

It’s painful optimism. When it hurts to hope, but it’s a better hurt than the numbness of giving up.

Wow, so maybe it’s a little less lighthearted than I originally felt, but that’s the scene that came to mind. Hope you enjoyed reading it, as I did writing it! I’d love to hear if you’ve ever created your own spine poetry or read any of the books I used — they’re all from my TBR so this serves as a good reminder to me as well of what I have waiting. ๐Ÿ˜‹