Easter plans... maybe

Halfway through the week! Hurrah! 

It's like a little bit of Christmas all over again. I think I might go out 'day tripping' on Friday. Its a shame the buses will all be on a Sunday service. Still, I can always walk into town.  
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A little bit of everything

I figured it was time for an update. It's been nearly a month.

Funny, but now I'm actually writing (I'm editing one novel, researching for another, I've just started a writing course - http://howtothinksideways.com, and, in my infinate wisdom and five days late, I've decided I would like to have a go at Script Frenzy - http://scriptfrenzy.org) I don't blog. The trouble with me is I like the idea of having my own home on the web, a sort of hub where I can post excerpts from WIP's and things, but I keep forgetting to post.

Eh... I complain when I can't write, and then I complain when I can. 

I guess that's one of the tricks to combat lack of motivation - take on a load of stupid projects without thinking about it and then moan when I can't possibly keep up with them all. I still haven't starting going to kickboxing classes, but then again, I might start community theatre instead. I'll just be glad when I don;t have to go to college anymore. But knows, it may be sooner than you'd think, if last Friday afternoon was anything to go by.... 

Still, I'll find out tomorrow. 

You see, the above paragraph is why I am a victim, according to Holly Lisle. I sit about waiting for things to happen to me, so I can do something. It's all 'Yeah, if I get sacked, I'll do this, and I won't have to do that anymore'. I don't actually want to get sacked. It wouldn't particularly bother me, but it would be incredibly humiliating, and considering the current ecomonic climate, it might be a year before I get another job. If I do get the sack, I think I'd like to become a vetinary nurse. I know it will mean more courses and whatnot, and it might be nice to pick a proffesion that I can actually spell, but it would be a change.   

Isn't it Ironic?

I wish I could hire a professional editor to sort out my Nano novel. I've read half of it, and I'm too scared to write any more because I need to change the entire ending. Its a total rip off of the film Clue. And Murder By Death. And every Agatha Christie novel ever written. And the Unicorn and the Wasp. But of course I can't hire an editor because I can't afford one and I won't be able to afford one until I am a rich and famous writer earning millions of pounds a years (in fantasyland. I love fantasyland) and I can't begin too even try and earn some money by writing if I can't edit a novel. Ahhhhh! I think I need to re-write nearly half the book.


Today's blog post was brought to you by Alanis Morisette. And the Goddess of Procrastination.

(Ok, now my little animated emo boy really does look like Matt Smith) Hurray for Geekiness!! Oh, God almighty, I'm turning into a Live!Journaler!


Hey looky - I've gone all emo on y'all. :) I even have a little animated effigy that looks like Matt Smith. He's sleepy, bless him. Aw.

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Silent Scream!!! Altogether now.

Big deep breath: 


Sorry about that. I have had a hell of a day, and then I came home to find that one of the cats had had a wee on my bed while I was gone. Charming. There are four of them, so, short of DNA testing, I will never know which one was the culprit. Probably a good thing, considering some of the things I was yellling.  

Long Time

Heavens! I haven't posted for two weeks. I have had a very busy couple of weeks. There isn't really a lot of news to impart, save that I've had my hair cut into a short bob. It's nice and suits me, but I need to get used to having shorter hair again since it was only done yesterday. So, I am now a fully fledged flapper girl! Spiffing, what? Absolutely topping.

I have also been abominably lazy during the last couple of weeks. I need to do some writing.  

Nice Rejection Letter

Now, I really don't mind getting rejection letters (I think maybe becasue an ezine actually published the first ever story I submitted, and also I don't take things like that personally anyway) but I get an awful lot of personal rejection emails. I got a really nice one from a magazine today, saying that my story was a 'wonderful idea', but unfortunately they couldn't find a place for it in the next few issues. They actually asked me to consider sublitting to them again, which is sweet.

I always feel a bit uneasy when I get nice emails like that. Am I getting a nice email because my story was really really good and they are disappointed that they couldn't fit it in anywhere, or are they being kind to me because its a shockingly bad story and they don't want to hurt my feelings? Discuss.


Yeah, I know, I'm not very imaginative with my titles. I hate titles.

This is the weirdest thing in the world, after flipping out about it for the last three days, but I'm actually looking forward to going back to work now. Or maybe that's just the wine talking.

Looks like I'm going to be spending the next two years in the year 1774. That's my idea for the 2 year novel writing course I'm taking at fmwriters.com - a woman writer in the eighteenth century. I originally wanted to do it as a series of short stories about female writers through history, about 100 years apart,  but now I've melded bits of the first two stories together, and the other idea I had for this could be a different novel altogether.

Number 11 - Doctor Who

It seems we were all wrong, except for BBC news. The next Doctor is Matt Smith, who has appeared in a couple of series alongside Billie Piper, which I suppose clinches it really. My opinion of him is that he is a good actor, quite versatile, and he looks like the Doctor.

Here the thing though. I'm 21. Matt Smith is FIVE years and three months older than I am. Is that what the world has come to? That THE DOCTOR is five years older than me? For the first time in my life I feel old. And yet also, for the first time this year, I don't feel dread for what is going to happen in the next twelve months. Whatever the future is, is what it will be. And I can live with that.
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