Eliza Serena Robinson is an author and blogger, based in Glasgow, Scotland. Eliza published her debut novels at the age of 14, and is currently preparing to release updated editions of these novels, the first of which will come out in 2019. When Eliza isn’t writing, she can be found studying, travelling, improvising, or daydreaming about running away to Estonia.
It’s New Year’s Eve, and I am celebrating in style, by chilling alone in my flat, listening to music, and writing this blog. Ordinarily I would write some long, rambling reflection about 2018, but tonight it’s the last thing I want to do. I don’t want to look back on this year. I’ve learnt my…
25th December 2018 — I dreamt I was dancing with a friend. I woke up happy and at peace. I lay in bed for a couple of hours, because I didn’t want to lose the calm it brought me. It was easier to stay in bed and hide from reality. But at the same time,…
22nd December 2018 — I felt sad to leave Riga behind, but I was glad to leave my hostel. The more distance I put between myself and those creepy men, the better! I went to the branch of Caffeine of Krišjāņa Barona street one last time, more to honour my tradition than out of any…
19th December 2018 — Travelling has convinced me that showers and coffee are the solution to all my problems. I feel better about Latvia today. I sit in Caffeine with a cappuccino, cinnamon sprinkled on top. It still feels like a different world, but in the bright light of day, my sense of alienation is…
16th December 2018 — The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, but this journey begins with a train from Glasgow to Edinburgh. This is where we first meet the heroine of this tale, who has taken to referring to herself in the third person for dramatic effect. Writing in trains is…
As I begin writing this, it’s 23:17 on the last day of November. When you read it, a new month will have begun. A new beginning, perhaps. Or four weeks to look back and reflect on the year that has past, to cremate the wounds we hold close, and scatter their ashes in the cold…