Rufaro

SO excited to reveal the GORGEOUS cover for my novel Let The Games Begin! It’s a romcom set at the Olympics, about falling in love, having a quarter-life crisis, and finding yourself over one brilliantly imperfect Summer! @vikingbooksuk Pre-order now! bit.ly/47C0oe0 🥇📚

Every act of personal sacrifice is seen as performative to people like this because they can't conceive of doing a single selfless thing for another. Typing away from the safety of the home, their only material concern, a deadline. Rotten to the core.

right wing christians are soooo weird, the level of cognitive dissonance that it takes to align yourself with fiscal/social/geopolitical conservatism and be about Jesus? bizarre

unfortunately I’m addicted to plotting, DESPERATELY trying to do nothing in august but there are 3 v different ideas I’m obsessed with competing for my attention

Not to make this about me, but the lionesses winning the semis the night I hand in my final(ish) book edits about a british women’s team at the Olympics feels pretty damn poetic

I love my girl Jane, but... there are SO many other great classics to adapt, why are we in this never ending cycle of remaking things that were perfect the first time?

I NEVER want to hear anyone complain about heat in the summertime ever again

yeah that party has lost me for good

I think everyone should have more celebration flowers than they can fit into vases in their home at least once in their life

at the stage of edits where ANYTHING could get cut. paragraph I spent hours working on that bored me last night? GONE. conversation that felt essential last week that didn't make me laugh today. BACKSPACE

kicking my feet and giggling in the cafe at my own jokes (editing)

would move to Hackney, but I can’t risk becoming an East London Creative (the thought alone gives me the heebie jeebies)

never been so deeply invested in every character's development like I am with The Bear

I see weird fiction in my near future

There’s one right here and it’s o so good!

physically incapable of getting home before the sun sets in the summertime

a man (who had empty seat options) is manspreading and so I am now bagspreading, only one of us can win

when I count my blessings, I count descript twice

heard a man on the phone on the train say “just because you have an MBE doesn’t mean you don’t have to do my washing”… chilling stuff! divorce babe, divorce!

not supposed to write anything new until I hand in the final version of book 2 HOWEVER the playlist I've made for the idea in my head, is forming paragraph whether I like it or not

this is actually a perfect song by the way open.spotify.com/track/2bBaAOsF…