- Pressure at work (unfortunately timed, but not my fault)
- A friend’s wedding (not directly my fault, but kind of; Item 0.5)
- One day a week work experience (Item 1 in my bed)
- A very poorly planned holiday (Item 2)
- Procrastination (Items 3, 4, 5...)
- I've written stories ever since I could write, but somewhere along the way I seem to have lost the joy and natural desire to write for me. Churning out stories every other week for my degree course, and forcing non-existent brilliance out of myself has drained my natural spirit. So, I have created myself a blog in an attempt to find a way back to what made me fall in love with writing in the first place. Only you and I will discover if I fail or succeed...
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
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Wednesday, 23 March 2011
When I woke up, I lazily thought about my story in the semi-conscious haze of foggy dawn. My thoughts collected themselves into a few coherent sentences and, said sentences jumping excitedly on my brain like children on Christmas Day morning, I had to jump up and type them out before they got lost in the abyss of abandoned thoughts waiting to be Re-cycled into never-existence.
A little less than an hour later, 1,233 new words stared at me through my laptop screen. Put it down to the blended colours of sleep and wakefulness if you’d like, but I think there was more shape and discipline to my achievement. During the hour at my laptop I wrote. Just wrote. No in-head or on-screen editing. I let in the boring bits, the grammatical mistakes, the bits that made no sense. I held back my usual tinkering with inadequate words, going back to add in new plot details, or going over and over sticky dialogue.I charged through the story, letting it drive me. Yes, when I edited it three days later I cut 515 words, but I had something to work with. You can’t improve if there’s nothing to work on.
So, the moral of this story is, just write. Call it directed free-writing, ka, whatever you like: write.
Until next time. Ttfn xx
The start of, anyway. A 5,000 word assignment is no place for a
It was night time, mind you. One does not simply walk into
And in the knowledge that I didn’t have to get up early.
A very imaginative movie. Weird and sad and thought-provoking, but good in an award-deserving way.
After which I proceeded to do absolutely nothing at all for the rest of the day. And almost wished the
Nb. You may have notice several ‘almost’ Lord of the Rings film references creeping into my footnotes. Yes, I watched the film three days ago. No, you shall not pass it off as poor editing; they are intentionally whimsical.
And over and over and over.
See Stephen King’s The Dark Tower septilogy, particularly Song of Susannah (the one where he writes himself into the story...no comment on that).
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
Anyway, the main reason I’m so enthused with Nicky Browne is that she is so enthused. About everything. Her dynamic, crazy (in a lovable way) character gets me going. Every evening workshop leaves me wanting to run to my laptop and hammer out an exciting story, even after the busy day of work I have beforehand. Without this person who seems so invigorated by writing I couldn’t get so excited at writing about an imp who likes to eat toenails. I even found myself writing for boys, which I never thought I could do.
I turns out that I need something, or someone, exciting to get me excited. Bounce up and down, wave your hands, find out what enthuses you and then jump to the keyboard. Let’s hope that my new-found vivre will stay for the long haul, though judging by the 1,200 words that emptied out of my head on Friday things are looking good.
Until next time. Cheery-bye xx
 As a student my Christmas holiday lasted until 30th January.
 And that she actually writes in my genre.
 So busy I can often be found snoozing on the bus on the way to the workshop.
 Think quails and snails and puppy dogs’ tails.
 Note my use of ‘to’. Jumping ‘on’ the keyboard will only spell trouble.
Wednesday, 12 January 2011
I haven’t been here in a while, but you will understand that Christmas slows everything down. Particularly if you happened to be stuck somewhere you did not want to be because of the snow. Fortunately I travelled home 1.5 days before my parents’ garden was hit with 6 inches of the fluffy white stuff, so Father Christmas got to me on time.
Physical presents aside, I was gifted an early Christmas gift in the form of a few e-mails and telephone calls. I applied for a job in PR and Marketing at an interesting firm called Reveal Media, which specialises in Body Worn Video Solutions. I did not know much about the company, but they had a small team unit and created something I thought was a very good idea To my great pleasure and astonishment they called me back the same day I applied, while I was lunching with my boyfriend
There were some questions about my CV and I thought: ‘woe is me, my CV is bad’, but when I mentioned I had written some press releases for a volunteering admin job I was put to the task for an audition. Away I fled to an available computer, chip-chipped at some research and swiftly returned an anxious article. I thought it would end there; why would someone like my work? But, lo and behold, the very next day I received another call asking me to come in and meet the team next week. But, disaster! My train left at 12:20 on Friday – what was I to do?? I waited a tense and anxious while to see what the response would be...
Hallelujah! They promised not to look at anyone else, wished me a merry Christmas and invited me down after the New Year. I had my first, informal, day getting to know the company, the work and the people and now I wait to see what my fast approaching second day will bring.
So, I worked for free for a few months, travelling for hours to helping charity and learning some office skills and now I have a paid job, using my writing, research and (hopefully) creative skills to market something I believe in. I can practice my writing and learn transferable skills that may launch me into publishing one day, but for the moment I can sit back, relax and panic.
Until next time. Ttfn. xx
 Most used by Police Officers I thought these cameras were a worthy cause and something I could feel passionate about.
Literally astonished i.e. ‘filled with sudden wonder or amazement’.
 As many writers, I am frequently afflicted with that crippling self-doubt and self-effacement that materialises as soon as I have mustered the confidence to share my work.
 1.5 to be precise.