as strong as
who is cut
and still dares
as strong as
who is cut
and still dares
I love to read. And I read a lot. Or I used to.
During one glorious year before university, I finished 119 books in a single year. Which, having quickly done the math on a calculator, is a book done every 3.06 days.
Then university started. And it beat the life out of my reading. Suddenly, and over the course of the next five years, I was extremely lucky to even read 40ish books: including all of the desperately counted texts like “Introduction to Contemporary Linguistic Analysis” and the “MLA Handbook.”
When school ended in May, I was honestly so burnt out. I was scared for a long time that school had beaten the love of reading out of me. That it was a mistake to have taken a degree in a subject that I loved because it had turned it into work. I hardly read, and if I did read, it was out of a sense of obligation to my identity as a Lit Nerd that I would resentfully pick up a book and read as little as possible before setting it back down.
Thankfully, my ambivalence to reading has been steadily fading. I have been fortunate already this year to have read a number of fantastic books. And I was so very very very excited to look at my Goodreads Reading Challenge today and see that I have officially read nine books in January alone. I’m doing a little dance, which makes me very happy I live alone, because I’m a terrible dancer.
Mostly, I’m just excited that January has been the month of SO MANY books because nine in a month is more than I would have gotten read in an entire semester while I was in school full time.
she wore the world on her shoulders
like a silken coat
let the weight of it all
keep her warm
who took daddy’s burden
and wore it so much better
i want to run away with you
somewhere distant and spectacular
to be intimate strangers with no obligations
with rounded backs
from ages gone
sigh under little steps
making new stories
in the crooks of their arms
i have a tattoo that says
revel in the chaos
but i’m having trouble
i want to scratch it out
unravelling drowning fracturing in the chaos.
I recently had the opportunity to be interviewed by a student at the University of Alberta, the wonderful Colleen Penton, about my writing as a member of the Alberta Writer’s Guild.
Please take a look a the link here. Below is one of my favourite parts of the interview.
C: How did you get into writing? What made you decide to pursue a degree in writing?
B: I have had a love of reading for my whole life and read voraciously before ever considering writing. My degree is in English Lit and I did not initially intend on going as deeply into writing as I did. I went into the degree with teaching in mind and found that the writing classes were becoming the highlight of my degree. I started writing stories probably around the 8th grade and have gotten significantly more invested in writing in the last three years of my degree in terms of both poetry and fiction.
I’ve always loved talking about my writing and Colleen was extraordinarily kind to interview me with regards to my work. I am thrilled to be able to share the interview, which is part of a series of interviews with members of the Writer’s Guild of Alberta to show the huge variety and diversity of writers in the province. To wrap up the interview, Colleen says:
Breanna brings a different perspective to her writing because she spent so much time as a student working in a more emotionally vulnerable situation that most do during their studies. Working with the residents she did gives her an edge to her work that you won’t find elsewhere. Reading her short poetry was enjoyable for me because you feel very connected to the writer because she has this ability to form a connection through her work, which will bring readers back for more.