What is a blog?

I don't really know what makes a good blog. It's all subjective and hard to understand, but I read blogs on a daily basis and some people just have it, they just have IT. On the other hand though I read some really shitty blogs, but then I remember that it is only MY opinion...someone else might love it, but I just don't want to read about boring mundane stories. I think if they were told in a definite voice then it would be fine but uncertainty ruins a blog. I find this all hilarious because I chose not to write blog posts because I don't want to make my readers feel like that, so I subsequently over think one blog entry, take a break and sob quietly whilst reading all those blogs, written by those I would secretly like to be friends with. I want to be friends with those who say 'fuck this' I am who I am. Is it confidence? If so I need to learn how to get over this worry that people are going to think I am stupid for writing about becoming a journalist. Is this making any sense? 

So I am going to give extra special thoughts into my blog posts.

Happy reading! 

emily

Shorthand

Shorthand is like learning a new language. It feels a bit like the world has taken away everything I have learnt over the past 19 years and gone...here's a book, time to start again. 

I have learnt my Shorthand Alphabet and am currently trying to memorise 'common words represented by letters of the alphabet.  

I have been pacing around my house; lying on the sofa; doing roly polys onto my bed, all because I keep forgetting what the common words for the letters L, P and Q are. 

I really want to watch 'New Girl' from last night but then I think of the 'dream' career that could come from knowing shorthand so shorthand it is.

If I were my dog, I would definitely think that I had gone mad...maybe I have...

A is able, able to, ability and after

B is be and been

C is once and offence

D is do and day

E is electric 

The e with two lines underneath is England...the two lines indicating a capital letter.

Then there is another adaptation of the shorthand 'e' which means every and ever

F is from

G is go and gentleman 

H is he 

I is I and eye

There isn't one for J. Poor J.

K is kind, like and knowledge

L is local and letter 

M is me

BUT the shorthand for m under the line means Time...I know I don't understand it either...I'm just going with it and not thinking too much about it.

N is and

N below the line is begin, begun and began

O is of

P is pence, page and police

Q is question and equal

R is are

S is south and southern

T is to

U is you

This is as far as I have got this afternoon. 

I have to go and make sure my dog doesn't think I'm crazy now.

emily

The Quest to Become a Journalist.

Last year I went to the Edinburgh Fringe for the first time, began to move away emotionally and physically from home and went to University in London.

One year on...I have decided that University really isn't the place for me, been back to Edinburgh on my own and decided to embark on an NCTJ Diploma starting this September. I am genuinely so excited about this course, but the more excited I get the more nervous I become.

It is 14 weeks starting in September and it is going to be Intense. Really intense. This is where the nerves start kicking in. On one hand this is what I have been looking for but on the other hand, I haven't done anything for a year, University was anything but exciting so this is going to be...different.

I have learnt my Shorthand Alphabet and bought myself a 'Serious' Jumper for when September hits, it is all about the experience and making a good impression, so I am swatting up and doing as much research as I possibly can.

Why Am I doing this course?

I want to write. This is the big one really, Writing is what I do, some people have music, some can become doctors, but for me it will always be writing, it just takes over.

I am terribly nosy...I like to know EVERYTHING, what is going on? How has that happened? Why did it happen? You can tell me, I am really good at keeping secrets...I promise!

I love a challenge, Proving myself. Proving that even though I could never be a doctor (I have a strong, strong aversion to blood) I can still make something of myself.

This blog is therefore going to document my quest into becoming a Journalist.

Happy Jumper Buying.





emily.

Doreen.

I met a lady today, her name was Doreen.
Doreen from the Isle of Wight.
She kept apologising for talking too much.
I told her that I really didn't mind.
And I didn't.
I like talking to people.
She was really very lovely.
Her son is lazy and her sons Father is far away.
She is on holiday to have a break from him.
They had an argument. Some things were said and
she hopes he has changed by the time she gets home.
A historian. She works in her local church and
patches distant families together.
I helped her find her connecting train and she said she was grateful.
Doreen was her name.
Doreen from the Isle of Wight.

The Worst Witch.

So...It was about 11 O'clock at night and all I was relying on to see my notebook was the light from a torch app on my phone, and I was listening to Miriam Margolyes narrating my audiobook of 'The Worst Witch'. Before you ask, yes I am an adult and no I didn't purposely buy the audiobook off iTunes. I...I...I already had it on CD but please don't let this cloud your judgement of me.

I have recently been researching into different blogs because I had delusions of grandeur and wanted to created 'The Perfect Blog'. My hopes and dreams for the blog were violently hit out of my hand when I remembered the amazing blogs I already read, this made me realise what I journey I would need to go on to create that magic myself. Yes I said it, Magic, it is true, when you read something you adore that it what it is like. The other problem with creating this blog was the word 'Perfect', not a word I really like, at all actually. I prefer raggedy around the edges but full of truth and warm fuzzy hugs. I think I have accidentally described my perfect blog. Ooo...this has suddenly made me very happy!

I must go now to use this new phrase in new and exciting ways.

The moral of the story was going to be about growing up but you will now have to wait eagerly in the wings for the next instalment.



Hearts.

Why today? Let me tell you...

Today I have...

.Had Tea with a very lovely lady.
.Finished 'The Bell Jar' by Sylvia Plath, which I enjoyed a lot, a lot.
.Visited a Vintage Shop and found myself a lovely bargain.
.Bought a book of Sylvia Plath Poems
And...
.Read a truly awful Blog. Truly truly terrible.

This is just an introduction really. Hello. My name is emily and I am a writer.
Don't let this first post fool you I am normally the one who brings the alcohol to the party.


It is nice to meet you!