I think it's best to start this "blog" with a quick introduction. Hi and welcome! I'm Alexandra, a 21-year-old university student majoring in literature. This means my life is now over-filed with books and writing.

I wanted to start a blog for quite some time because I feel that I have a lot to say and maybe this place could become a space for my thoughts.

I'm really excited to see where this journey takes us. I hope this won't be limited to just one specific topic, like writing or reading and so on. Maybe we can share our thoughts here together!

I saw this “trend” on TikTok a while ago and I wrote my version of this poem-theme. I thought it could be sweet to share it with others, it gives me this bittersweet feeling when I’m looking back at my younger self, with all her wishes and hopes, with all dreams she had.

Tag (no pressure) @creative-author @themoondkid @theverumproject @willtheweaver @drchenquill +open tag

My version:

I met my younger self for a coffee.

She was 10 minutes late,

I was 10 minutes early.

She ordered a coffee, I asked for a tea. She looked at me, strangely, because I used to love coffee, but that time seems so far away, I barely remember the bittersweet taste.

She asked me how I’ve been, I said I’m doing well.

I noticed her choice of an outfit, I smiled to myself… she wore a hoodie with a ponytail. I wore an elegant set with a blazer on top.

She admired my wavy hair, loosened past my shoulders. She asked if I dye them as much as I used to, I answered I only add highlights but not as often as she does.

She wondered if we have a boyfriend, I smiled at her, knowing how hopeful she was…

“No,” I said, carefully watching her reaction. “But we met one boy once. Now we know what we’re looking for in a relationship.” I was grateful for the experience.

She was sad for a moment, but she understood. She always did.

“I’m proud of you,” I told her and her eyes glistened. “You’ll meet wonderful people with whom you’ll make unforgettable memories. But don’t be sad when you’ll lose them. The ones that matter will stay with you no matter what.”

I said my goodbye, she wanted me to stay.

I told her I’ll meet her again, soon, I prayed.

Yesterday I wrote 5,094 words 🤯. Whattttt???

I haven’t really got much time to write these past weeks, the last time I got some words in was on Feb 17th. I’m telling you, it’s the spring.

I was sooo locked in, I was feeling a bit sick yesterday so I didn’t want to do my schoolwork, and because I met my elementary teachers on Friday and I told them about my project, the hype they gave me motivated me to open my book for the first time in a while!

Like I have about two more chapters to go before I finish ACT 2!!!

Also, I’m closer to 50k words in my second draft!! I didn’t even realised I’ve reached my goal until I wrote the word count into the chart.

It’s kind of crazy, the first draft had 61k words when I finished and it was totally lacking ACT 2. Now that I’m almost entering ACT 3, I’m wondering with how many words I’ll end up in the end.

I'm just writing a synopsis of every chapter in my project A.N., so I know what happens in each one. But who the heck wrote chapter 13?! It's like the fifth time I'm crying, and it has only 2,258 words! Like STOPPPPPP. (I definitely did not write that... I need someone to blame... my past self was CRUEL)

I've just realized something: spring is the best time for writing. I don't know how or why, but during spring, I find that I can write more effectively than at any other time of year. It has always been this way for me.

Perhaps it's the warmth of the sun after a long winter, or the way life begins to blossom in nature. The sky is brighter and bluer than it has been for months.

What season do you find most productive?

The most exciting thing happened!!!

Guys, you don’t even understand how excited I am!!! I wanted to share this with you but was kind of MIA for quite some time.

The amazing @creative-author did the very first fanart of Lysandra from my project Angels of the Night 🥹🥰.

Look!!!

See how pretty she is?🥹 I can’t express how much I adore this fanart.

Thank you so so so so much, Evie, you made my dream come true (yes, I wanted a fanart for a very long time🥹). I adore her and I adore you, you’re the best!!🥰

It’s kinda funny how I can’t get really into anything atm.

Writing sucks, can’t get more than 500 words in and I write for hours, always thinking I wrote more than 1k words and than I check and it’s like 200. Whyyyy??? It’s making me mad.

Reading sucks… I try to read in train or before I go to sleep but I just don’t enjoy it… I usually read one short chapter and then go to TikTok. And like the book is great! I love the story, just can’t get into it for some reason.

Posting on social media sucks… like… I just don’t have any content rn. I don’t read, I don’t write, I don’t do anything. I just go to school, home, rot in bed, watch TikTok and go to sleep.

And I don’t even enjoy watching TikTok anymore 😫. Except the love story of Nick and Cassie iykyk.

And I don’t feel tired, sad or anything, I’d say I feel pretty normal, just can’t do anything really. Even for school.

Why???

1st week back at uni

UF! That's it. I'm exhausted, my brain's not braining anymore, and on top of that I have somehow a new list of books I have to read. I thought this semester would be without reading books to school, and I could finally read my own TBR... well, guess I was wrong. (First book of the week... Pepíček a Pepička)

Another funny-ish thing is that I somehow chose a lot of creative subjects, yeey... don't know what I was thinking. Still, if you see some blondish girl looking through a bunch of magazines and newspapers from like the beginning of the 20th century, it might be me.

And the schedule? What did I do to deserve this horrid thing? The only good thing is that I have school only 3 days a week. The bad thing is that I usually start at 8/9 am and end somewhere between 5-8 pm. And then I have to get home... either an hour ride by car or an hour and a half by train.

So if somebody knows how to meal prep, I'd love some advice... I'm kind of out of ideas for lunches. This week, I had sweet potatoes with broccoli and chicken, then couscous with veggies, and today, a cheese toast from our uni bakery :D (I was not in the mood for cooking yesterday, I got home at 8 pm and I went straight to bed, as I woke up at 5 am today).

Incorrect quote tag! 🎀

Thanks for the tag @willtheweaver

Follow the link here and generate some incorrect quotes for your OCs!

I can totally see this happening 😂.

tagging: @creative-author @drchenquill +open tag ; no pressure <3

Writer Tag Game!

Thanks for the tag @creative-author <3

The name of my main wip is Angels of The Night (or project A.N. = which means the same). The name was truly random. The whole project started as a uni assignment for a creative writing seminar – "write a short story, the theme is up to you". So I wrote the story about angels, an ex-married couple, where the husband had his own assignment... kill his wife for treason.

The name just lightened up in my head after I finished. Maybe it was because they were angels and the story's scene took place at night, or just because it had a dark atmosphere. However, I took the name (now it is the name of a rebel party in the story) and started to write what happened before the story, how they became husband and wife, what treason she committed, and in time, I started also writing what happened after.

open tag 🌸

first line tag!🫧

Hi, I was non-active these past couple of weeks, and I'm not saying I'm fully back yet, because I still have a few exams left before the new semester starts, so just bear with me and after I have all this behind me and peace comes back to my life, I'm gonna annoy you all day long, don't worry.

However, as I found a moment to write today, I thought I'll share it with you. So thank you @drchenquill for the tag and here's a sentence(s) from today's progress.

And because I feel generous (and feel like breaking the rules), I'll give you a whole paragraph 😌. Enjoy.

And suddenly, Lysandra wasn't just some woman he'd been forced to marry. He could no longer pretend not to give a damn about her, not after he'd killed Mercurius. It wasn't love, not even lust. But he could no longer say that what he felt was hatred, and that was a change neither of them were prepared for.

tagging with no pressure: @creative-author