Dear wanderer,

Perhaps you grew up dreaming of receiving your Hogwarts letter, or stumbling upon Narnia. Perhaps you long to visit Pemberley, to Defy Gravity, or to go to the ball. I will write you that letter, and build you that wardrobe. [A metaphorical wardrobe, that is.] Here you will find step-by-step lesson plans with takeaway homework assignments that show you how to embody fictional heroines in the everyday. This means chasing your dreams and making the impossible happen with your own inner magic.

For the full experience, you can Own Your Story, or join me for a literary tea party.

You have the potential. Heroine Training provides the tools.

Welcome to our headquarters, where dreams meet reality, where fiction is cherished, where magic is real.

Sincerely, your guide on this journey,



P.S. Read more about Heroine Training

a daily slice of cake (or something)

^ a slice of lemon cake from the tate modern café (from months ago, not today. it’s just pretty.)

i have a sweet tooth. a sugar addict in recovery. the new thing i’m trying is to save delightful desserts for the end of the day and to only have one serving when i do indulge. the thing is, if i resolve to have one dessert per day and then have dessert after lunch, that’s a guaranteed broken resolution because dessert must always follow dinner (duh. okay alliteration time over i promise). therefore, save the slice of cheesecake (mmm. cheesecake.) for evening. i have a theory that it actually tastes better that way. well, *let’s be honest*, it will always taste good. but it does feels better. 

a portable library (aka my kindle)

^ my kindle (his name is marvin) and his case, by bertie’s closet

at first i was a bookhugging dissenter. the familiar arguments: i like the feel of books. (let’s be honest. i like the smell of books. especially american hardcover harry potter books.). but when it comes to being a traveling englishist, the kindle is a lifesaver. and as it turns out, my marvin is also an excellent cure for being an indecisive bookworm. (actually one of the awesome things about minimalism that people don’t really talk about is that it is *in general* an excellent cure for indecision. ditto vegetarianism.). there are also cool things like note-taking and text-searching (pause. when one is an english student, one hears “text” and thinks literature before, like, “txt”) and discreet word-looking-up-in-internal-dictionary-ing. and now i have my own personal robot buddy. 

a closet that’s just the right size

a closet that's just the right size
^ my wardrobe at the end of last term

as much as i envy the unending wardrobes of such fashionistas as blair waldorf  and carrie bradshaw, such is not reality (the above = university living.). but i have come to embrace (and sort of become obsessed with) the challenge. with confined space comes the burden of choice, and when viewed with an accepting mind, this burden is a blessing, a reminder, to focus on the essentials. when there is only space for a few items, it is my mission to make those items as perfectly me as possible. ★