Leaps and Bounds.

I spoke the other day about not knowing what to write about, and I think the problem has been that I've been trying to write about things I don't really have a lot of feelings for, how can I write about something I don't care about? So I sat and I thought, and then I thought some more and watched 2Point4 Children (I love that, I dedicate a lot of my time to programmes made at the beginning of the 1990's) then I came to a conclusion about a person in my life that isn't doing any good to my health and mental wellbeing, she is someone I need to get away from. Now, this then sparked me to LOOK more, look and take a proper interest in other peoples suggestions and conversations. It is hard to ween yourself away from a friendship that has always been a convenient friendship, nothing more. ANYWAY, I came to this conclusion and even though they have no connection whatsoever things started to happen, a beautifully lovely friend of mine put me in touch with a handful of people who said they would be happy to read my play (We'll get onto that later) and give me genuine feedback. I am not even slightly a fan of positive feedback, if I have done something wrong or something needs changing TELL ME, no matter what you might think I won't take it personally, I want to hear what I can do to improve it. After this I was on twitter and a writer whom I enjoy posted a link to a Journalism Awardy thingymajiggy, this made me happy because I have Two weeks until my Journalism Course begins and this just made me even more excited to start it. And last but not least I changed the name of one of the main characters in my play, this sounds insignificant but it really couldn't be anymore -Significant. I couldn't understand his character, which sounds odd because I created him in the first place, but he wasn't making sense and it all felt wrong and then I wanted to throw it all into a pond, BUT I changed his name and SUDDENLY HE WAS THERE, standing, watching, it was a lovely moment for my sanity.

And so, to get to the point of this post, I've written a play and so instead of writing about what I did on my holidays this year, which I don't really want to write about and you don't want to read about, I think a documented journey through the life of an aspiring Playwright could be equally heartbreaking and amusing at the same time (A perfect combination)

At the moment the ending on my play is causing me major distress, I like things to happen when I say they should happen and this is rebelling. It's making me pull faces like this...No emotion, the ending is causing sad moments like this where I just sit, that's all just sit.

 Now instead of procrastinating and not writing this damn ending, I am actually going to go and try and write something, even if it means sitting in the airing cupboard (again) or trying to balance on my head against my wardrobe, which might have been a mistake last time BUT I have a good feeling about it this time.




Have a Happy and Joy filled Bank Holiday Monday!

<3

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.