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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, 28 February 2012

In Which I Get My Work Out There

Before I went to Australia I suggested that I write an article about my experience for online magazine blog Her Uni upon my return. Two weeks ago I finally got off my derriere and wrote the article.[1] I was proud of myself for ‘accomplishing’ for five minutes and then settled down to ignoring my lengthy writing To-Do List.[2] Lo and behold, mere hours later I get an e-mail and, bish, bash, bosh, I’m suddenly managing editor of a travel blog project. So down to work I buckle.

Then, last week amid organising my project I get a call. They are trying to work with The Independent and asked me and four others to submit an article. The lowly unemployed MA graduate is finally needed – to write for the postgraduate section. Two hours, many fluxuated heartbeats and several hurried phone calls to fellow graduates later and I finish my article. Then the wait ensues.

Mid-way through work experience I discover a text from the boyfriend: “you didn’t tell me the independent published your story!” Hardly daring to open my e-mails I check to see if it is true.[3] It is! I am published (online) in a national newspaper![4] I whiz the link to everyone in the office and received many congratulations, grin beaming.

So, it goes to show, perseverance is promising and patience is pertinent![5]

Until next time. See ya xo

[1] Gap Travels – How to Prepare.
[2] Starting with ‘write’, something that rarely seems to get checked off, this excluded.
[3] The boyfriend is not one for cruel jokes, but I wanted to see for myself.
[4] Unemployed Graduates Should Keep Busy To Improve Job Prospects.
[5] Please excuse the prominent ‘p’s.

Tuesday, 14 February 2012

In Which I Network ... Finally

Lately I’ve decided to buck up and go to publishing networking events. I know everyone says it’s the best way to get in, but I was afraid of spending the whole evening standing like a lemon in the middle of the room alone. Now, I have a networking buddy I’m a little less daunted by the idea.[1] I’d been spending the past week readying myself for a career speed dating evening, BookMachine publishing event and alternative graduation party.[2] Then, last week I was sprung with an invitation at work experience.[3]

They sponsored Undiscovered Voices, a collection of novel beginnings written by unagented and unpublished authors and illustrators and published by the SCBWI.[4] And they had 92 agents and publishers coming along to celebrate the collection and snap up the authors. The room was jam packed with strangers’ faces, so I clung to my colleagues’ sides like a toddler about to enter the playground for the first time.

An hour in, one of them came up and asked who I’d been talking to, which was when I decided I had to up my game.[5] I strode to the food table and asked two colleagues to introduce me to the people to which they were talking. A surprise attack of the “what advice would you give someone trying to get in” and I’d been introduced to another individual who introduced me to another.[6]

An hour and a half and a couple e-mail address requests later I declared my first networking event a success! The authors had a pretty good go at it too, especially as two have already been signed by agents.

Until next time. Ttfn xx


[1] Plus, I can’t chicken out if I know someone’s relying on me.
[2] Yes, those are things! See http://www.thesyp.org and http://www.bookmachine.org for details.
[3] See – it’s already worked; work experience equals more networking.
[4] The Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators.
[5] And that I was being a wimp.
[6] If you are reading; apologies for the attack.