Blotting paper

A question that is almost always difficult to answer — and in many ways, I think it should be, that something is wrong if it isn’t — is:

What do you write about?

Maybe:

I write about feelings.

or

I write about birds.

or

I write about feelings and birds. » Read the rest of this entry «

1. I sometimes take things personally.

I just wrote 800 words explaining that statement, exposing myself in a brutal and personal fashion. Then I felt embarrassed and deleted it. » Read the rest of this entry «

This is one of those installments in which I tell you of my very sophisticated reading tastes (plus Anne Rice).

Several books have been bought post-Walser (by the way, my post-Walser existence is so much richer) and I’d like to show them off to you. Some of these are for classes: Poetic Designs, most significantly, which was shockingly expensive » Read the rest of this entry «

but I also want to say that I’ve also been thinking of becoming a librarian and thinking on library cultures in general. » Read the rest of this entry «

Firstly, this is not just a corny title, it is a self-conscious, referential, corny title.

Secondly, OMG, I’m leaving, like, tomorrow.

So this is a post to tell you that Blotting paper will be temporarily on hold. I’m thinking two weeks, but it might be more. » Read the rest of this entry «

A while ago Space Bar of Spaniard in the Works fame mentioned she was celebrating a four year blog birthday. It made me wonder when Blotting paper was born. » Read the rest of this entry «

Among the many curses that plague writers is the humiliation of happening upon an old, and shall we say, awkwardly realised piece of writing. ‘I wrote that! How could I? I’m so ashamed. No one should ever see this. Let me burn it before someone sees it and I become the laughing stock of the writing world!’ » Read the rest of this entry «