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  About Amy Hello, I'm Amy, an aspiring motorsports writer and former blogger.  If you dig deeper enough, you find some very old blog posts, as this started as a book blog, but that's really where I got my start in writing: book reviews, hot book topics and as well as the odd personal essay.  After leaving university, I left the book blog behind, but continued writing and going in the world of social media, writing film reviews and promoting queer cinema, but after a tragic event in my personal life, I quickly discovered Motorsports.  What started as a love for Formula 1, while finally watching the Formula 1 film, Rush, and discovering Formula 1 TikTok, this love soon expanded to everything Formula E, IndyCar, Formula 2, Formula 3, as well as F1 Academy.  I soon found the itch to write come back, with the fast-moving news of motorsport, to the drama, the competition, and the journey of drivers trying to find a race seat. I found that it was the people and storie...

Poetry. How I did not think that I could write poetry but managed to anyway.

So this is quite a random post but life has gone a bit crazy recently and I guess that this translated into me writing some poetry. At least I think that it is poetry. This is all a bit weird to me though because I generally thought that I would ever write poetry but I guess here we are. It is just a poem about how crazy life can get sometimes and it explains me right now. I might write a follow-up blog post soon but we will see. Here is the poem/may not poem...

Life is unexpected. 
It has a way of pushing you into situations you could never guess a week before.
But that's life. 
It's weird. 
One minute you are doing one thing then next...
Poof. 
Gone. 
In an instant. 
Then you are on to something different.
It's like a rollercoaster. 
You can go up. 
You can go down. 
But whatever it is just hold on tight because it will be a ride. 

Thanks for reading.

See you soon, 

Amy

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