Welcome to Ink-Stained Hands.
As a child, I was always either reading or writing. At any given time, there would be three books in my bag; one I was finishing, one for after I finished the first, and a third just in case I wanted something different from the first two. I also remember carrying around a notebook quite often – just in case I was struck by a bolt of inspiration that could not wait for a later time. It wasn’t uncommon to find me in a comfy chair, nose in a book during a family function – or scribbling notes for stories in the last few pages of a school notebook while in class.
There was magic in the air of my childhood. It was mainly sustained by the reading and writing I did. There are spells in the sentences of every book, energy being alchemised by each word written, sorcery found through the connection between the minds of the writer and the reader.
I lost that magic for a long time – both the belief in it in general and the belief that I had some myself. As school and life got more demanding, writing original pieces was few and far between and books began to be left on my desk half-read. In the past few years, I have finally decided I wanted to get back to my childhood endeavours that held so many good memories for me.
So, that’s the point of this blog. To write and to read – and to write about what I’m reading. To share my passions with you and whoever else stumbles across my little corner of organized chaos. To rediscover the magic I once saw in everything.
Now that I am older and more technologically advanced, I’ve traded in the pen for a keyboard – although I must admit, putting pen to paper is highly underrated and something I need to do more often. What you’ll find on this blog is a variety of original written work, such as prose and poetry pieces, as well as content surrounding the books I read. I cannot promise it will always stay this way – there may be other things that pique my interest and beg to be written about. Who knows what the future will bring?
Now for the formal introduction.
My name is Brenna, your local book witch. I’m a 20-something aspiring writer and voracious reader.
I have a penchant for candles and cats, romance and fantasy. My hands are practiced in flipping coarse book pages, hands stained with ink from stories penned in journals, notebooks, and onto scraps of paper.
I found pieces of myself in these novels and narratives, and I hope to share them with you.
