Goodbye To This Blog

Goodbye, Storytime with Mima. Thanks for being a platform on which I have posted things for several months.



Yeah. So, uh, I’ve decided to close this blog down. Storytime with Mima will soon be no more.


However, I am not leaving. Simply moving.


Over the past few months, I have done a lot of growing, and changing, and maturing, and also a lot of writing. As a result, the things I have to say, how I want to say them, and also my writing style itself, have all changed slightly, as well as me having learnt a lot more about blogging and how to go about it. The way I want to approach blogging now is different to the way I approached it when I began, and as a result, this blog is no longer the one that I think I can do my best on. Of course, I could just change this blog so it fits, but why, when starting again feels so much cleaner?


And so, allow me to introduce you, to Letters From Mima.


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I am so excited to make this change. This new blog is something I’m passionate about, and believe will truly reflect me as a writer, and a person. It’ll be more organised, more cohesive, more inspiring to me, and hopefully more interesting to you. It’s something a little different, a little more exciting than just a normal blog with normal blog posts.


There’s a bunch to explain about it, but I shan’t do it here. Instead, I’ll send you to my first, welcoming post on the new blog. I really hope you decide to make the switch, and come join me over there. It would really mean a lot.


In terms of this blog, I will eventually be closing it down. I’ll leave it up for a couple of weeks, but soon I’ll make it private. Some of my content will be reposted over there, and some will be re-written and re-thought about, and then posted as something refreshed, while everything else from here will just be discarded, because I don’t really think it’s all that great.


But yeah. This is it, then. My last post of Storytime With Mima.


So, have a lovely week, and… don’t die before I see you again, somewhere different.


Lots of love,


Mima xoxo


I Remember The Day – A Poem About Love, Life, and Loss

This is a poem I began writing a few months ago, and worked on for a while. It was something I’d look at every day for a while, and change ever so slightly. While I’m incapable of ever being completely happy with anything I write, I am quite happy with this.

It’s entirely a work of fiction, a sort of short story in poem form. I don’t really know what my thoughts were when I started writing it, but now it’s a sort of study of the way love changes throughout life, and the way we grow and learn to love differently. Of course, a large portion of it is are things I haven’t experienced, and so I’m only going by observation, but I like to think this is a relatively realistic, although perhaps overly dramatic, kind of life to be led. Who knows? This is a poem, about love, and the different sorts we come across. I hope you enjoy it, even if it is kinda long.

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Problematic Friends, and Moving On

A few weeks ago, I published a post entitled ‘Knowing When It’s Time To Let Go of a Friend’. In hindsight, posting it was a terrible idea.

That kind of thing is the kind of thing you shouldn’t do until you are certain you have every side of a story. Until you are certain that you are correct. Needless to say, I wrote and posted that at the height of a disagreement between two friends of mine, that I was caught up in. I told myself I wouldn’t take sides, and yet I very clearly did.

That post has since been taken down. Honestly, there are things in there I’m ashamed of. Bits and pieces of the advice itself, but also the way I spoke about people, how biased I was. Of course, if a friend is manipulative then it might be time to reconsider, but I labelled someone as manipulative when I shouldn’t have.

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Finding Your Motivation

Apologies for my recent absence. I said I’d try and post three times this month, and yet we’ve reached now, and this is my first. I’ve got no real excuse, except that life just began to happen all at once, and very fast, and I found myself hardly able to write, both because I had no ideas, and no time. I’m sure if I’d had more time, I’d’ve found an idea, and if I’d had more ideas, I’d’ve found the time. But I didn’t. I lacked the two things that any every writer needs to write, and so I struggled to motivate myself.

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Marching Away From March

Wow. March has certainly been a busy month for me. Relationships have changed, begun, and ended, and I’ve started to experience things – good and bad – that I really never have before.

My March began with the release of The Restless Times, and with it a public kind of confession – ‘I write things, and, oh look, here’s a link to my personal blog that’s been a secret for months.’ I really thought that it would be massive, and life-changing, coming clean about my secret online existence – but it wasn’t, really. I don’t even think that many people noticed. (Speaking of The Restless Times – issue two has just been released! Go check it out here – and if you don’t know what I’m on about, go read my post about it here.)

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A Love Letter To My ‘Teen Years

To my teen years,

You are full of emotion. You have been, and you will continue to be, for all the time I have left with you. Emotion of all sorts – good emotion, the positive, happy kind, that fills up your heart with goodness to burst, but also bad emotion – the kind that cuts right through our souls and smiles and leaves marks for years to come, but sometimes just for weeks. There is joy, and excitement, and whimsy, and euphoria, and anger, and sadness, and heartbreak, and loneliness. Because that’s just the way it is, and that’s the way it’s meant to be, because we are people, and this is our youth, and you are our teen years. We love you, and we hate you, and we enjoy you, and we wish that you were over, but ultimately, we’re so grateful for you, and all that you give us.

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