I was going to start this off with an apology for being so quiet for so long but, actually, in a way, I’m not sorry. Although I wrote here about trying to get back into writing book reviews in 2016, it didn’t happen and I think I’m ok with that. It didn’t happen because I wasn’t in the right headspace to do it, and I’d rather not write anything than churn out reviews of books I didn’t really take in, for the sake of it. I did read some fantastic books last year, some of which I plan to write about soon, but at the time the words wouldn’t come and I’ve learnt that it’s not worth forcing them.
You may also notice that there is currently only one other post on Bibliomouse at the moment. Having read the lovely Iris’ post on how she dealt with feeling the need for a blank slate when it came to blogging and reviewing, I decided that I’d also set my previous posts to private and so start afresh. I did leave my post about my experience of depression and how it affected my reading, partly because it explains why I was absent to begin with, and partly because it’s useful for me to be able to see, and be reminded of regularly.
I don’t want to delete anything, or change blog name, but I do want to see if I can make a real effort this year to write how, and when, I feel able; I think that this will be a lot easier if I’m not reminded of the years when I only managed to post a couple of times. Hopefully there will be some readers who remember the blog, but if not, then I might find some new people who like my brand of snarky enthusiasm.
I hope you’ll stick around to see what happens on The Bibliomouse in 2017. If not, at least I’ll know that I’m writing for myself, in a way that feels sustainable and comfortable. Happy belated New Year!