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The noblest art is that of making others happy.

~PT Barnum

Writing

8th October 2019


To those who are no longer with me, 


Now, I know that I have missed the last two weeks so for that I am sorry, but let me tell you, settling back into the swing of things for second year has been hard and chaotic, but I’m here and this week I am here to tell you about a deep love of mine.
Writing.
I recently decided to treat myself to a new book and I went ahead and pre-ordered The Giver of Stars by Jojo Moyes, and for those of you who don’t recognised the name, we have her to think for the film adaptation of Me Before You. Those that know me know how much I love her work, and I currently have two of her books on the go. Not the best decision I have ever made but totally worth it.
The other night I settled down and I read the first chapter of The Giver of Stars and I was struck. Suddenly and out of nowhere I had the inspiration and motivation to sit and my desk and work on my own book that hadn’t been touched since February.
I had forgotten how inspiring just reading a book could be. It was amazing. Of course, it was midnight by the time I finished the chapter so I went to sleep and the next day I woke up ready to work and I did.
Since the concept of my book began, it has been from the perspective of one person, and for a while now I have been toying with the idea of shaking things up and writing from the different perspective of the three main characters. Something, by the way, that I had never done, nor attempted before. It is insane, there is so much more to think about, so much more to add. I have to be conscious of overlaps in the points of view and make sure they add up. You have no idea how thrilling it is.
Already, one chapter has been split down into five, and where it thought I would lose words, they have been added, and I think it is working. In a day I did more on my own work in progress than I did last year.
Writing again, and writing for myself, it feels so good to be in the pages of a world I have created.
And all because I picked up a book.


So, that is what you've missed. 
Love, always 
Tiffany Jade
Xo

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Water
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.

~Pablo Neruda