Today won´t be anything book related, folks. My deepest apologies. But, I do have a good reason for that.
I also would like to apologize for all the comments that I haven´t replied to lately. There´s a reason for that, too. Hell, there´s a good reason as to why I haven´t been doing much of anything on WordPress ( or elsewhere ). I wasn´t allowed to use my laptop. Not with one eye.
A few days back, I had my very first Final Destination moment. Kind of like a near-death experience where I had more luck than anything else. This almost cost me my eye. Almost.
Unlike in the movie, though, I came out of this ugly situation alive. What happened? Have a seat while I share the scary details.
I was in my kitchen, peacefully enjoying a brownie when a moth-like object came flying at me and hit my glasses. The next thing I know I was covering my eye, screaming because something was in my eye.
Fun fact: I wear glasses. Also, I have super sensitive eyes. I can´t even talk about eyes without tearing up. I´m every Optometrists’ worst nightmare just as they are my worst nightmare. I suffer from Scotomaphobia: The irrational fear of blindness.
My screaming made my husband drop the wallpaper he was trying to stick to the bare walls and rush to me. After he pried my hand away from my eye he said the worst thing anyone can ever say to someone who´s panicking: “Holy shit.” Yeah, you don´t want to hear someone say that when you don´t know what´s happened yourself. My calm and collected husband decided to panic with me. Needless to say: He pulled my glasses off my face and began cursing. I saw my glasses and wanted to vomit. Then he cursed some more, looked behind me and saw what hit me. It wasn´t a moth. It was a broken piece of a razor from a carpet knife. It was time to enter full-on panic mode.
What happened? We´re renovating our hallway. A carpet knife my husband used to cut the wallpaper around the door frame was on a nearby ladder. It somehow slipped off, fell on the floor with the tip of the blade stuck in the laminate floor, the blade broke in three pieces and one piece flew across the hall and into the kitchen where I was stood, munching on my brownie and hit my glasses. The glass cracked and sent little shards into my eyeball ( Insert the creepy Final Destination moment )
I spent three hours in the eye clinic. During those three hours, I had to watch how they plucked glass bits from my eye and go through a rough procedure of having my eyelid folded upward twice (!!) to remove glass dust. All without numbing. All without being knocked out. I could name a million other things that are more fun to experience.
After that, I was patched up, given some meds and told not to strain my eyes for the next few weeks. Read and book blog? That had to wait.
I was also told that I basically did everything right- I wore glasses. Personally, I don´t want to think about what would´ve happened if I hadn´t worn my glasses, even if the doctor was all too willing to share some worst-case scenarios.
On the car ride home I told my husband that his first attempt at murder sucked. The poor guy sported a nice shade of green after that.
Since my accident people have been greeting me with pirate slang. My kids were disappointed I didn´t get a black eye-patch. Now to the recovery bit: I, thankfully, still have my eyesight. My vision is a little bruised but I can manage with the slightly annoying cornea scar.
So, that´s my Final Destination moment. * sigh * That’s why I wasn´t able to spend much time on WordPress. What did we learn from all this? Keep your glasses on at all times, even when eating brownies. Don´t leave a carpet knife on a ladder. You never know when Death wants to collect you.
I now have this nagging need to lock myself in a padded cell to protect myself from getting back on Death´s wish-list.
Thankfully, I´m back on track and can slowly start straining my eyes again. Reading, book blogging and whatever else I´ve neglected.
I thought I´d never see the day come when I´d willingly go to a book blogger meet-up. Yet, here I am- having survived what I´d call `Therapy For Book Bloggers`. Ha, just kidding.
So, yeah, I went to one of those meet-ups. As in- I actually squeezed my derriére in a pair of long-forgotten & unloved jeans and left the comfort of my four walls. Because I was invited. And what do you do when someone asks you to grace their party with your presence? You go.
Usually, when people talk about book blogger get-togethers, all I hear about is how nice they were.
“I had a really nice time.” Is what I get to hear. Now, for me, that statement can mean a lot of things. `Nice` could be the little sister of shit, for all I know. It could be a genuine response though, as well. Who knows. I was never apart of any book blogger meet-up before.
There´s one reason why I never joined any book blogger evenings. I live in Germany. This country isn´t exactly known for being a book blogger hotspot. I´m sure there are tons of book bloggers here but they´re not as widely spread or make themselves known.
Besides- Me, an older American speaking book blogger fossil who blogs in English about romance novels? Most book bloggers I know are 20-something innovative spring chickens who aren´t dying to spend time with a 37-year-old. Mainly because I´m… old.
Well, someone I know thought it was a good idea to have me at a book blogger get-together. So, I went. And what happened was far more awesome than I could´ve ever imagined.
Eight book bloggers, myself included. I only knew one person and she was the one who dragged me to the party. All 7 book bloggers blogged about different genres, which was such a relief to know. As I later found out, the others were just as relieved. I was the only romance book blogger.
Book bloggers usually have the reputation of being introverts.Shy, quiet, always reading. The bunch I met with were far from introverted. Jesus Christ and his twelve buddies… I was surrounded by a group of bookish extroverts and I loved every minute of it.
I wasn´t the oldest or the youngest of the bunch.Normally, large age differences don´t bother me. You can always find some common ground with a person. There´s only a problem when a large age gap shows. And this time I was terrified. I mean- I´ll meet with younger book bloggers but 7 of them? What if they´re all still in school? Conversation material will most likely run out quickly since there´s only so much you can talk about ( unless someone is willing to hear about the horrors of adulthood/parenthood and gardening ). This doesn´t mean I think less of younger people. I´m just saying that at some point, an age difference can´t be ignored. Thankfully, the group I met with was between 29-42 years old. I felt comfortable instead of feeling like a group mother.
Book talk. We spent quite a lot of time talking about genres and our favorite books. We discussed reviews and discussion posts, stats and followers. The things that mean something to book bloggers. We talked about how we could improve ourselves, our blogs and the community. This happened during dinner.
Well, guess what? The minute dinner was over I thought our meet-up was done. It wasn´t. I quickly found out that dinner was only preparation for what was to come- Bar hopping. I had to call the husbutt and tell him there was a good chance the night would have an open end.
To make a long story short: It was 5 a.m when I called my brother to pick me up. He wasn´t happy. But I was ( since he was the only one who picked up his phone at stupid o´clock).
Where does the book blogger therapy fit into all this? Well, as the drinks kept flowing, the mouths became looser than they already were. The 7 became chattier, myself included. All of a sudden we all complained about nasty comments and crappy books. We developed strategies during cocktail hour on how to eliminate self-proclaimed book editors who cause more damage to self-published authors than not.
Through all the hours spent partying with the book blogger gang I realized a few things:
German book bloggers are full of surprises ( bookish and non-bookish)
Book blogger problems seem to be universal
Book bloggers need to meet more often
Replacing cocktail names with book titles is GENIUS
It´s one thing to vent to your significant other/your parents/your pet. I mean, that works too if no one else is around. Venting online is also good. But to have someone in front of you who actually knows what you´re talking about is something else. I highly recommend book blogger get-togethers because they´re not only fun and informative, they´re also great for your mind´s peace.
One book blogger mentioned a wonderful idea for a blog post and I immediately asked if I could use her idea. I vowed to give credit ( since credit needs to be given ). Her answer:
“Who hurt you?! Girl, you don´t need my permission nor do you need to give credit. We´re only brainstorming. Take the idea. Tweak it, mold it, throw it in the washer and see what happens. Just text me when you upload the blog post.”
That was just one tiny tidbit from the conversations we had. I was also able to take some great advice home to use for my blog.
Your blog is a reflection of yourself.
If you have an idea get it out there. Don´t waste time overthinking it.
You´ll only make others happy if you change your content to avoid hate.
Book blog like there´s no tomorrow.
So, yes. I had an awesome time. And yes, I´d gladly participate in another book blogger meet-up, especially with the group I met up with.
What about you? Have you been to a book blogger meet-up before? Do you prefer smaller or larger groups to meet? Or would you rather skip the whole thing and stay at home? Let me know in the comments below. Would love to chat. ❤
As always- Thank you for taking the time to read. I hope you enjoyed.
Hello and welcome to another beautiful Monday! I hope y´all are doing great.
Today I´m gonna give you a quick rundown on how my bookish and non-bookish week has been. But first… Let´s do a little mug feature.
Yupp. You´ve seen this mug before. I´ve featured this probably half a dozen times by now. With good reason, though. It, weirdly enough, color matches quite a few of my books. Which I find absolutely satisfying ( I´m a weirdo when it comes to colors ). The books, on the other hand, are unread treasures I decided to pull out from my bookshelf and dust off. * sigh * Let´s move on before this post becomes another TBR list rant, or worse… a TBR sob fest. I´m looking forward to reading these, though. Maybe now that I´ve removed the thick layer of dust… Maybe if I keep them on the coffee table I´ll feel compelled to read them ( That clearly didn´t work out. They´re already back in the shelves. ).
On to the non-bookish news:
Last week husbutt and I celebrated our 19th anniversary. Not our wedding anni ( that´s in March ) but the day we officially started dating. Hmm, I mean- The day I declared him my boyfriend. The weird part: He was the last to know. The whole village knew before he did. I fondly remember him calling me while I was at work, asking if we were dating because a friend of mine told him he was excited for us. I told him we were most definitely dating ( because you don´t kiss me without a reason ). He didn´t say much after that. I like to think his silence meant he was excited about having a long relationship with the unknown love of his life. Now, 19 years later, I know there can´t be any other guy who can love me more. If you ask him he´ll say he sensed that I was desperate and went along with everything and now it´s just too expensive to file for a divorce. Couple goals, y´all!
I won´t bother you with the rest of my non-bookish week. T´was uneventful, unless you´d like to read about my failures as a mom. That´s a whole other can I don´t think many are prepared to have opened.
Now, for the bookish stuff:
My blog changes are in the works. With any luck, I´ll be able to do a smooth and swift blog change by the end of the month/beginning of December.
Much to my regret, I haven´t been able to read much. Three books so far. But hey… I´m slowly getting back on track.
What I did manage to do was get rid of all the author swag I had laying around the house. I had countless buttons and stickers and bracelets and whatnot… All gone. After having read a post by Jess @Fiction No Chaser it dawned on me that I have a stupid amount of bookish swag I don´t use. Jess´ post Why Are We Obsessed With Book Boxes? gave me that final push and also gave inspiration for a new blog post: What I´d Like To See More In Book Subscription Boxes, which will possibly be uploaded this month. ( Thank you, Jess ❤ )
Speaking of blog posts- I might not have been busy reading ( I´m still ashamed ) but I was able to type up a few blog posts that felt awesome to write. This is definitely linked to the book blog changes I´ve been doing. My aim for the future is to be transparent in all bookish areas and to talk about anything book related I deem worthy of uploading. While I´m 100% positive I´ll be stepping on some people´s feet I can´t say I give a hoot anymore. Fun shouldn´t be held back by opinions.
Due to the pre-written blog posts I was able to pre-schedule more posts. From the looks of it, I won´t need to work much on the blog until after New Year.
That´s a wrap! I have nothing left to share. My main goal today was to not bore the living Hell out of you. My apologies if that didn´t work.
I hope each and every one of you have a wonderful Monday.
No matter where you are or what you´re doing… Feel hugged. Feel the bookish love.