Do you ever do exercises to flex your non-writing creative skills? If I could draw, I would draw, but I’m way out of practice and time. So lately I’ve been goofing around bookstagraming and doing aesthetics when I’ve got spare time.

If you follow my Instagram, you might have noticed my newest creative hobby. I’ve been trying out #bookstagrams of (some of) my current reading. Some #bookstagrammers have a consistent aesthetic (same props, a definite sense of style), who doing it for the beauty of the books shots. Some #bookstagrammers like to talk about books, or start discussions, but not necessarily about the books they have featured in their photos. Other people like to style their photos to match cover colours, and others take photos of themselves reading. Pretty much everyone is doing their own thing inspired by book love.

My approach has been to treat it a little bit more like an book report in photo form, and each one has little clues about things inside the book (the oddest prop I’ve used was a dead moth for the “Strange the Dreamer” cover). My one other rule is that I cannot buy props, I just have to find them, or find an appropriate location (I shot the “Miseducation of Margot Sanchez” cover in the supermarket of course) to take a photo. I find that having a few rules forces me to flex my visual creativity harder.

I’ve been having so much fun with them. It feels a bit like doing a book review, but without the stress of saying too much. There’s a lot of room for improvement, but these are just quick and fun!

What creative things do you do beyond writing??



Dear Book,

I know we got off to a tentative start. You were packaged beautifully enough, and so many people said we’d get along, so I took a chance. I was happy to invest my time even though we didn’t seem to have a lot in common. I thought that I might have to get to know you a little better to see if we really clicked.

I’m sorry to say that this is the end. I don’t want to waste any more of your time, or mine, because clearly this is going nowhere. It’s not you, it’s me. Work’s been so busy lately, I haven’t been getting much sleep, and I just don’t have the energy. Maybe the timing was all wrong. Maybe we could have had a good time if I was younger, or maybe if I was a little older. I don’t really know. Maybe I’ll run into you again someday, we can pick up where we left off, and by then we’ll have grown into one another’s tastes.

You did show me a few new things, and I’m still grateful for our acquaintance. I hope that you won’t take this the wrong way.

A recovering compulsive book finisher