Going Victorian

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! – Catherine Linton, Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

So, this semester, I decided to take an English Victorian Novel class. The course is an intensive writing course but that didn’t faze me.

My 8-year-old-self called them “big books” or “chapter books”, and the first classical “big book” I read was Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens. I’ve reread it a couple times since then, and the book was my first introduction to Victorian novels.

I guess taking this class is an attempt to return to my childhood and rediscover why I love stories in the first place, and what that passion means for me as an adult. I remember I first wanted to be a fiction writer. I’ve since moved on to a pre-med track in college, but it’s nice to satiate my humanities side once in a while, too.


Re-booting my blog

I remember trying to write a diary/journal every day. Long story short, I can’t stay committed to writing down something every day without fail. Maybe I’m being too perfectionistic about it…since technically there’s no reason to write it every day as long as it was done often.

I sorta feel the same way about blogs. My previous blog was devoted to a topic that easily lost steam for me since I can’t stay passionate about anything for too long without finding another interest. Then there was this other urge to write college-level essays for each post, which isn’t sustainable for a college student with actual essays to write.

So, now I’m rebooting this blog to be a chill place for thoughts. Not that I’m not going to research before stating an opinion or read over my posts to avoid posting something embarrassing, but blogging is supposed to be chillaxing, not stressful. So, no more essays, just random thoughts from now on.

Hopefully, my thoughts will be worth your while.