So, I've been writing W.M.H for a while now and I'm really getting into it. I have characters that I love and a plot that interests me. Last tuesday I gave my friend Kirsty 14 pages of it to read, which made me nervous, but it was worth it when I heard her responce, she loved it, she was asking for more and telling me the parts that she found funny which made me feel like I'd done my job right as a writer, and made my reader feel something. I gave her 20 more pages to read today that I printed out in the sixth form computer room (I had to wait until nearly everyone was gone, and post Kirsty by the printer so that no one could pick up a sheet and read it.) I've read that you're not supposed to let anyone read your first draft, that you're suppossed to write and write and write, then edit, then let people read, but I had to share it with someone, and it actually makes me want to write more of it. It also helps that I know where it's going as I've already planned the ending, which I don't normally do with my stories so I end up getting bored of them. But today, all I could think about was W.M.H.
Anyway, I write for ages but then every so often I have to take a break and do something completely different. Sometimes I play a game on the computer or I'll write down some rough notes, or I'll check Facebook and Twitter for a minute or two, I even started making things out of wire and beads but that was too fidly and time consuming so I gave up. This is all I'm really doing now, procrastinating, plus I don't blog that often as only Ryan reads them, if he even does anymore. Hi Ryan! Thanks for reading my boring blog! Loves ya!
Cioa. x
P.S. convinced that my spell checker is broken as it just said I didn't spell a single word wrong then XD
P.P.S. I think it is, so sorry for any mis-spelled words XD
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Saturday, 2 April 2011
02/04/11
So, I haven't blogged in a while, but these days I feel like I have nothing really important to say. I'll open the page and stare at the blank screen for a while before I close it and figure that I'll write something later, but I never do get around to it.
Well, my mom is coming out of hospital tomorrow and I can't wait. I went up to see her today with my cousin and she looks so much better, although now she has to hold her stomach whenever she laughs to try and stop it hurting so much, which naturally makes everything funnier when she's clutching her stomach and laughing like a cartoon. Solihull is actually a very pretty place, I'd heard it mentioned so many times yet never actually set foot there. It's small and rural and the hospital is like a ghost town most of the time, but pretty. It reminded me that this place isn't all that bad. I've always thought of Birmingham and the close surrounding area to be a horrible place, I couldn't imagine ever wanting to stay here for any other reason than family or mere sentimental value. But it surprised me, it was nice.
I've also been writing a lot more lately, I even gave a friend a few rough chapters to read which is a big step for me, as I never let any one read my writing but I was holding the pages in my hand and I just had an overwhelming urge to share it with someone so I asked her to read it and tell me what she thought. Then on the way home I was torturing myself, telling myself that it was just a first draft, it wasn't ready for anyone to read, and that it was horrible, and what if she told me so, or worse, thought it was and didn't tell me? What would I do? I shouldn't have given it to her. I won't know what she thinks until tuesday, but I'm open-minded,I've also wrote a lot since then, so I'm excited to see what she thinks of it. If she feels the characters are likable, the dialogue is believable etc.
Well that's all the updates I have for now, not very interesting, I know, but that's my life, it can only get better right?
Ciao. x
Well, my mom is coming out of hospital tomorrow and I can't wait. I went up to see her today with my cousin and she looks so much better, although now she has to hold her stomach whenever she laughs to try and stop it hurting so much, which naturally makes everything funnier when she's clutching her stomach and laughing like a cartoon. Solihull is actually a very pretty place, I'd heard it mentioned so many times yet never actually set foot there. It's small and rural and the hospital is like a ghost town most of the time, but pretty. It reminded me that this place isn't all that bad. I've always thought of Birmingham and the close surrounding area to be a horrible place, I couldn't imagine ever wanting to stay here for any other reason than family or mere sentimental value. But it surprised me, it was nice.
I've also been writing a lot more lately, I even gave a friend a few rough chapters to read which is a big step for me, as I never let any one read my writing but I was holding the pages in my hand and I just had an overwhelming urge to share it with someone so I asked her to read it and tell me what she thought. Then on the way home I was torturing myself, telling myself that it was just a first draft, it wasn't ready for anyone to read, and that it was horrible, and what if she told me so, or worse, thought it was and didn't tell me? What would I do? I shouldn't have given it to her. I won't know what she thinks until tuesday, but I'm open-minded,I've also wrote a lot since then, so I'm excited to see what she thinks of it. If she feels the characters are likable, the dialogue is believable etc.
Well that's all the updates I have for now, not very interesting, I know, but that's my life, it can only get better right?
Ciao. x
Monday, 7 February 2011
No more Facebook for me?
I recently noticed that one of my closest friend's Facebook profile had disapeered. She lives in Portsmouth and so I don't get to see her that often and so relied on Facebook to be the one way I could contact her, as I don't have her phone number. I felt a bit worried about the fact that I couldn't have a quick chat whenever I wanted with her, espesically when I really needed a friend to talk to. But then I came across her Dad's blog, about how they have cut off Facebook from their lives as an experiment because they were becoming "socially retarded" and it's true. I think I am the most socially retarded teenager there is, I can't even talk to people to their faces, I prefer to type to them, and I can't go on living my life like that. There is more to me than what is on my Facebook page. The Biddles are right. So I think I will give it a try, write a letter or phone Chase instead of typing it, meet up with friends for a chat instead of a Facebook chat. Chase's Dad had a great line in his blog that I like, it was something about wanted to actually laugh out loud instead of lol. I want to be active and live my life to the fullest, not hide behind a computer screen any longer. so that's it. From now on, goodbye Facebook :D
Saturday, 25 December 2010
Christmas
So here it is, merry Christmas, every body's having fun...
Christmas doesn't feel very christmasey, but at least the day doesn't quite feel like any other day I guess.
We opened our presents in the morning, it took longer than normal because I kept stopping everyone to take a picture. I wanted lots of memories from this Christmas. Mom had the most, and some of the loveliest presents. I got her a photo album and filled it with photos of the family, new and old. I also put a picture of me, my brother and older sister in a frame for her. She loved it. she also got some heated rollers that I think I will be borrowing in the not so distant future, along with her Curious perfume.
We're at Grandad's now. It's the first Xmas without Nan. We've just had Christmas Dinner and watched Inception. And I'm typing on my new Laptop. I like Typing on it, so I think more blogs now. :)
x
Christmas doesn't feel very christmasey, but at least the day doesn't quite feel like any other day I guess.
We opened our presents in the morning, it took longer than normal because I kept stopping everyone to take a picture. I wanted lots of memories from this Christmas. Mom had the most, and some of the loveliest presents. I got her a photo album and filled it with photos of the family, new and old. I also put a picture of me, my brother and older sister in a frame for her. She loved it. she also got some heated rollers that I think I will be borrowing in the not so distant future, along with her Curious perfume.
We're at Grandad's now. It's the first Xmas without Nan. We've just had Christmas Dinner and watched Inception. And I'm typing on my new Laptop. I like Typing on it, so I think more blogs now. :)
x
Sunday, 26 September 2010
Feels like Christmas...
I think this mood has come on by the fact that I'm currently freezing cold and that we have a mulled wine air freshener. But it feels like christmas so badly. I love Christmas, it's my favourite holiday. :)
I remember last christmas so clearly, I remember present shopping with Ryan. We went into Town and I spent £20 in poundland on presents. I can remember going up an escalator and he said "Don't you feel cheap buying all your presents at poundland?" and I told him that at least this way everyone would get a present, and that's all that mattered. I didn't care that most of them never got me a present in return, because I loved the look on their faces when they wasn't expecting anything.
Another thing that I love about Christmas is the snow, it's like a magic blanket that can make even the uglist places look beautiful. Some of my fondest memories are at Christmas. Like the year we came down and we all had a bike each, waiting under the tree for us. Or the last year when Mom lured me into town, saying that she was given these vouchers for this Italian place in town and that we were going to go have a meal there. It turned out there were no vouchers, but she felt bad that Billie had gone to America and Italy that year and I had nothing. I remember the German market was in town, we were walking up towards it and I saw all the lights and the smiling faces and the big lit up sign declaring "Merry Christmas Birmingham" and I smiled so much. It was beautiful. And there was the big singing Moose there, that sings Christmas songs in different languages. We got to the Italian, but it was packed, then she let slip that there were no vouchers, so we went to Pizza Hut instead, it was so much better. Then, there was more, she had got us tickets to see New Moon. It was a perfect day.
Primary school was the best when I think of Christmas. I loved the little postbox where everyone would put there cards in and they would be sent to the people during that day, and singing christmas songs in assembly and the christmas dinner where we would have to sing "We wish you a merry christmas" to the dinnerladies before we could eat. And the nativity, and the Christmas party, I used to love that. I loved the group singing of the 12 days of christmas that we did every year aswell.
I also remember having the TV on the music channel when they would play nothing but Christmas songs and me, my mom and my sister would dance around the living room, singing along. And I remember when I came home one day from school to find that the whole of the house was decorated festivly, and I remember taking my nan around in the car so that she could see all the lights on people's houses.
Going back to my original point, I do think that it's important that everybody gets something. Before I had money, I would give away my own possesions as christmas presents as a last resort. I just love the way Christmas makes me feel, full of hope and new possibilities, it brings people closer together.
I remember last christmas so clearly, I remember present shopping with Ryan. We went into Town and I spent £20 in poundland on presents. I can remember going up an escalator and he said "Don't you feel cheap buying all your presents at poundland?" and I told him that at least this way everyone would get a present, and that's all that mattered. I didn't care that most of them never got me a present in return, because I loved the look on their faces when they wasn't expecting anything.
Another thing that I love about Christmas is the snow, it's like a magic blanket that can make even the uglist places look beautiful. Some of my fondest memories are at Christmas. Like the year we came down and we all had a bike each, waiting under the tree for us. Or the last year when Mom lured me into town, saying that she was given these vouchers for this Italian place in town and that we were going to go have a meal there. It turned out there were no vouchers, but she felt bad that Billie had gone to America and Italy that year and I had nothing. I remember the German market was in town, we were walking up towards it and I saw all the lights and the smiling faces and the big lit up sign declaring "Merry Christmas Birmingham" and I smiled so much. It was beautiful. And there was the big singing Moose there, that sings Christmas songs in different languages. We got to the Italian, but it was packed, then she let slip that there were no vouchers, so we went to Pizza Hut instead, it was so much better. Then, there was more, she had got us tickets to see New Moon. It was a perfect day.
Primary school was the best when I think of Christmas. I loved the little postbox where everyone would put there cards in and they would be sent to the people during that day, and singing christmas songs in assembly and the christmas dinner where we would have to sing "We wish you a merry christmas" to the dinnerladies before we could eat. And the nativity, and the Christmas party, I used to love that. I loved the group singing of the 12 days of christmas that we did every year aswell.
I also remember having the TV on the music channel when they would play nothing but Christmas songs and me, my mom and my sister would dance around the living room, singing along. And I remember when I came home one day from school to find that the whole of the house was decorated festivly, and I remember taking my nan around in the car so that she could see all the lights on people's houses.
Going back to my original point, I do think that it's important that everybody gets something. Before I had money, I would give away my own possesions as christmas presents as a last resort. I just love the way Christmas makes me feel, full of hope and new possibilities, it brings people closer together.
Thursday, 12 August 2010
Cherry Pie...
Some people are natural at cooking, but me, I've discovered, doesn't mix well with cooking. I still love it though, but it never seems to work for me...I follow all the instructions carefully, but what I get, and what everyone else gets, are worlds apart. I just made a Cherry Pie, it was a box mix, so it shouldn't have been that hard but the dough was first of all too sticky for the base, and then too crumbly for the lid... so it's sort of strange, I wonder if I'll even be able to get it out of the tin? The cherry mix in the middle was very thick aswell, I'm not sure if I did that right either. But I can smell it cooking and it smells alright I guess, so fingers crossed that everyone lives after eating it :D
Monday, 9 August 2010
Rolex
"Get out of the dishwasher!"
It's not really a phrase that you really thought you would ever use, let alone on a dog. But yes, my puppy Rolex likes to climb on the dishwasher and lick the door when we open it, so much so, that "Get out of the dishwasher!" has become a regular shouting around here, that and: "Stop biting me you devil dog!", "Stop chewing that!" and "Get out of there".
I thought I would dedicate this blog post to Rollie, because he is a complete nutter and keeps us all on our toes.
I was watching Chuck the other day with my dad (We have to watch it when my mom isn't around because she doesn't like it), when we hear this bang, like something falling down the stairs then a bump of someone following it. We both look at each other and know that Rollie is to blame. I pause the tele and go to see the cause of the problem, at my feet there is a bog brush, and about three steps up is Rollo, looking up at me with a look of pure innocence. We've had to put up a barrier at the top of the stairs now to stop him getting up there. Trust me, once you've stepped in dog poo in the morning in your own room, you don't want it to happen again. I know it's not pleasant to talk about, but he just left a little smelly present on the stairs, actually on a step. I've got to say, he's got talent to do it there, that is strange. He's also pulled up the lino by the front door and locked us in, as the door is jammed beneath it now. Happy days. Not.
The little devil stole my seat on the sofa as well, he jumped up and wedged himself behind me until I gave it up. He is clever though.
It's not really a phrase that you really thought you would ever use, let alone on a dog. But yes, my puppy Rolex likes to climb on the dishwasher and lick the door when we open it, so much so, that "Get out of the dishwasher!" has become a regular shouting around here, that and: "Stop biting me you devil dog!", "Stop chewing that!" and "Get out of there".
I thought I would dedicate this blog post to Rollie, because he is a complete nutter and keeps us all on our toes.
I was watching Chuck the other day with my dad (We have to watch it when my mom isn't around because she doesn't like it), when we hear this bang, like something falling down the stairs then a bump of someone following it. We both look at each other and know that Rollie is to blame. I pause the tele and go to see the cause of the problem, at my feet there is a bog brush, and about three steps up is Rollo, looking up at me with a look of pure innocence. We've had to put up a barrier at the top of the stairs now to stop him getting up there. Trust me, once you've stepped in dog poo in the morning in your own room, you don't want it to happen again. I know it's not pleasant to talk about, but he just left a little smelly present on the stairs, actually on a step. I've got to say, he's got talent to do it there, that is strange. He's also pulled up the lino by the front door and locked us in, as the door is jammed beneath it now. Happy days. Not.
The little devil stole my seat on the sofa as well, he jumped up and wedged himself behind me until I gave it up. He is clever though.
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