Last month I reviewed Frankenstein at Wilton's Music Hall, and found my new favourite place. It screams Mighnight In Paris....Perfect for a novelist in the making, 

I had the opportunity to attend The White Review's launch party for their nineteenth issue at Matt's Gallery. It was fabulous to meet so many other literature lovers, fellow aspiring novelists and short story writers. 

With reading from Alice Hattrick and Sophie Robinson, it was  very inspiring. Hattrick's extract reminded what I love about writing and Robinson's poetry was hilarious and raw at the same time.
  

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.

I first heard this quote by St.Augustine when I was eighteen. I was convinced I wanted to see the world-which i still am. Only difference is when I was a mere teen I was convinced I was going to see everything in a year. In 1 year I was going to visit every country in every contient-ignorance is bliss. 

10 years on, I realsied I wanted instead of barely touching ground in each city. I wanted to immerse myself in the cultures and truly experience everything they had to offer. That being said I've only seen two continents, but i'm working on the other five. 

It's a cliche to say the least- the writer that aspires to travel and be inspired by their surroundings but a cliche has to come from somewhere. 

Check out my travel blog at https://thetravellingwritersite.wordpress.com/​ 

Wild is a book I'd heard about on and off for the past few years. I was intrigued that a major theme of the book is her grief, having experienced it myself. However in the midst of writing articles, coping with family situations I never  got around to it.

Even when Reese Witherspoon stared in the film adaptation I still hadn't got around. That was probably me dealing with my grief, or possibly not dealing with it to be quite honest. When Netflix, sent me an email notifying me that Wild was now available, I bit the bullet,. I poured a large glass of red, ripped into my Haribo starmix  and pressed play. 5 minutes in I was hooked. I was so inspired by the story, both as a writer and someone who was experienced grief, I found myself in a state of amazement.

As a reader and member of the audience I firmly believe that that any kind of adaptation, has to cut out pieces of the book  to avoid a 4-5 hour film. I was almost marching into Waterstones to experience the original piece. 

Anyone who hasn't seen or read Wild, I would suggest doing so asap because the term tremendous doesn't quite do it justice.