Hi lovelies! A few months ago I decided start a blog that’ll one day become my author website (manifest with me for a second). I tried to start a book blog when I first started my channel, but I quickly realized that I low-key (read: high-key) hate writing detailed reviews, so I scrapped that and stuck to my booktube channel. Several years later, I’m attempting this whole blog thing again, but with one key difference – I won’t be writing book reviews. Or, at the very least, not long book reviews. (If, several months down the road, you see me writing lengthy book reviews, ignore this.)
So what will this blog actually be about?
An excellent question. Anything and everything, really. It’ll be whatever I feel like writing about that week. You can expect to see recipes I love, bookish posts, thoughts on pregnancy and parenthood, music I’ve been loving, and literally anything else I can think of. It’ll be a look into the chaos that is my brain. And yes, I will still say fuck a lot. It would be unnatural for me not to.
A few things that need to be said.
Posts will be going live on my Patreon on Thursdays, and live for the public on Fridays. If you like my content, want early access to posts and videos, and want to support me further, you can join my Patreon family!
I will often be discussing things that I mention on my channel, my Twitter, or my Instagram in greater detail here on the blog. Sometimes it’s something I mention in passing and want to get into more, or something that I had forgotten to talk about (this happens with every video I do, tbh). I’ll always link back to the original post/video, because there’s nothing more annoying than slogging through tons of content to find what sparked a conversation. Looking at you, subtweets.
As mentioned above, I will say fuck. A lot. If swearing isn’t something you like seeing, this is not the blog for you, unfortunately.
This blog is a safe space. Harassment, racism, homophobia, general terfiness, or any attacking of another person will not be tolerated. Second chances will not be given. As of writing this, I’m pregnant and extremely fucking hormonal, so my tolerance for bullshit is at an all time low (good band, btw)
That’s it for now, enjoy the blog!
It’ll be a look into the chaos that is my brain. And yes, I will still say fuck a lot. It would be unnatural for me not to.
I have a habit of making TBRs (to be read, for those who are wondering) that are *ahem* slightly more ambitious than strictly necessary. It’s how I kicked off my booktube channel, and it’s likely what I’ll continue to do every month. Go big or go home, and uhh…I’m already home. 🤷🏽♀️
I set my Goodreads goal to 200 books again for this year, even though I only managed to get to 129 books last year. I’m determined to hit that number one day though, so it’ll be my goal until I make it happen. To reach 200 books, I need to read about 17 books a month. Any reasonable person would pick smaller books, graphic novels, anything they would finish quickly.
I am not a reasonable person.
January 2021 sees me absolutely back on my bullshit. I’ve picked out 17 books, but I’m in the mood for epic fantasy. I gave myself a bit of a break and threw in some adult romance, so my shortest book this month is 269 pages (hehe). My longest? A whopping 1066. Total pages for this month comes out to 7926. I need to read 256 pages per day to finish this TBR.Can someone explain why I’m doing this to myself? Cuz I sure as hell can’t. I’m a fucking menace to myself. All I have to say is
Thank fuck for audiobooks.
I’m not going to give a detailed description of what each book is about because 1) that would take for fucking ever, and 2) spoilers for later books in series. I will link the Goodreads page to the first book in each series though, so you can check them out if you like the sound of them! Now, onto this stupidly large tbr.
The latest addition to the Stewart family is due July 15th, 2021! When this goes live, I’ll be 12 weeks along, hopefully with energy again. (I’m writing this at about 10 1/2 weeks and HIGHLY looking forward to that energy increase.)
It’s been said that the hardest transition is from one kid to two. Naturally, because I like to make things difficult for myself, I’ll be going from one kid to two during a global pandemic. And they’ll be 15 months apart. A moment of silence for my vagina/uterus.
If you were around when I was pregnant with my son Carter, you may recall me not using his name until he was born. From October 2019 to April 12th, 2020, we called him Boop. The same thing will be happening with this baby, who will be Bean until they’re born. We won’t find out the sex until mid February at the earliest, but we do have names picked out that we like already. We keep the name a secret from most people because I’m Greek and highly superstitious. It’s bad luck to use the baby’s name before they’re born (technically before they’re baptized, but I’m sticking with birth), so nicknames it is!
While I am absolutely over the moon about being pregnant again, there’s a definite flip-side to my emotions. Okay, a lot of flip-sides. I’m on a fucking emotional rollercoaster, thanks to hormones, anxiety, and a mild case of PTSD. Later this month I’ll be discussing the reality of pregnancy after loss, and how this pregnancy is different after having given birth.
I’m going to keep this short and sweet for now, since the cravings are calling my name and I’m powerless to resist. Let me know in the comments what you think the sex of this baby is going to be! Curt and I both think we’re having another baby boy, but who knows!