Does anyone else get that thing when you mentally write reams and reams of story in your tiny brain and you think yes yes this is the time I have a breakthrough and then you sit down to write it and you just get terrified and nope right out of there
My name is Anwen and let me tell you, it’s a real ballache having a name that is almost phonetically indistinguishable from ‘and when’
This little shit just fell asleep with one claw embedded in my nostril and frankly I don’t know why I put up with it I mean look at him he’s basically a glorified furry pretzel
In my defence, I am on a lunch break
I have had a little idea and I would like you to tell me yes or no to this because it would require a bit of effort and I’m a lazy shit really so I won’t do it if people would hate me for it
but I do get the occasional anon asking for a myth retelling (I will reply to the one in my inbox, I promise!!) and I was thinking of maybe writing a few at once and queuing them for every Monday and having ~Mythological Mondays~, mainly because alliteration and mythology retold in a dudebro lexis are two of my favourite things
so if you have any myths (pref Greek, Roman, Welsh or Norse) you’d like me to retell in that incredibly literary manner of mine, drop them in the old ask box, and I’ll also just do random ones from time to time. I’ll be using the tag ‘Anwen tells a story’, just because that’s the tag I used for the first two, so you could also track / blacklist that. Where possible, I’ll be shoving interesting facts under Read Mores and doing some actual mythological analysis because everyone loves knowing exactly why Zeus turned Io into a cow and not, say, a slug, so there’s that too.
And now for some cous cous and tea and the spoon just fell off
I went to a pub quiz and got bored of not knowing the questions about 1970s film and so I did some nice drawings for the question man instead
I hope he likes them bc he was cute and we’re probably going to get married because he’ll see my drawings and be too afraid to turn down my proposal
God bless the power of fear
I did a really bad thing and I read The Iliad and now I am half the person I once was and I keep doing things like starting to make a cup of tea and then thinking ‘well, it’s all well and good, but Achilles’ hand wasn’t there to help Patroclus when he died alone in the mud’ and then leaving the teabag in for ages while I ruminate about how Patroclus’ ghost was bitter because he thought Achilles had forgotten him in Hades’ realm and how Hector’s father risked traipsing through an actual battlefield to get his son’s body back and bury him properly and it’s really coming to a point now because I keep making horrible cups of tea that taste like teabag and tar and the death of heroes and this isn’t who I want to be
I TOOK ANOTHER STEALTHIE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STICKING IT TO THE MAN
Current mood: The Iliad
To be honest, if I were to fill out one of those quizzes right now, one of those ones that asks such insightful things as ‘what was the name of your first pet?’, ‘what’s your favourite fast food?’, ‘how many men have you killed with your bare hands and stood over as the last light of life flickered and drained from their blood-pricked eyes?’, the answer to every question would be The Iliad
And now I’m going to do some bank reconciliations but I’ll secretly be thinking of The Iliad so who’s laughing now (not me because The Iliad is a fucking tragedy)
This was my evening and now I am pooped goodnight
I looked so damn good but I was too anxious to talk to anyone and I feel bad about it but the fact is that I was very out of my comfort zone and I’m just proud that I managed to attend, even though my anxiety did affect me more than I expected and I was disappointed about that. Never mind! I’m sure I’ll go to more premieres - hopefully as a writer one day!
I am going to a film premiere and I feel fancy as shit
Let’s pretend it’s for a film that people are actually going to see (it’s not)
I’m going to make a dick of myself, aren’t I
I’m going to a film premiere tomorrow and I’m really conflicted about whether I should wear red or blue lipstick
I am fully aware that this is the most first world problem post that has ever been made by any human ever, but if it helps, it’s a film premiere for 9 short films on which I had to do the job of two people after my coworker bailed and went awol for weeks, and I was so stressed that at one point I burst into tears in the office and had to go home early and chain drink tea until I stopped crying
Today I fell in love with a beautiful copy of The Odyssey with hand cut pages but it was £15 and I couldn’t justify it and I honestly could have wept
I have no conclusive ending to this shit show of a post
I’m in a different office today (I work on the feature film 3 days a week!) and my hair looks A+ great so I took a stealthie. Simple things.
I would very much appreciate it if perhaps you could give me some book recommendations because I would like to do a little project over the next few months where I read (or at least attempt) all the book recs given to me on Tumblr, and subsequently review them all. I’ve got 7 books on the list already, but would like around 15-20, so if you have any books that you think I should read, please let me know! The only stipulation is that it has to be a genuine recommendation - no ‘read this because it’s shit lol!!!!’, please!
Also, I’m looking through my phone memos and there’s one that just says ‘the world won’t wait for you while you watch it’ so thanks Past Me, you pretentious philosophising dick