Just a short post, I realise I missed Thursday, it was because I spent all day preparing for my best friend to come and stay for a long weekend and then I went out to celebrate another friends 20th birthday which turned out to be a lovely night. She received cards, presents and lots of hugs as well as lots of photos to commemorate the night. Hopefully this will put a smile where there has been a bit of stress looming of late.

On another note, I have desperately trying to write my genre short story for uni but am loosing patience fast. I've got the basic plot and the idea is good but sitting down and putting together a complete draft is not happening. Each time I think about it I worry about not making an impression, I know my work has improved so I really don't want to fail in showing it and proving that letting me carry on to level 3 is not a mistake.

Its late and the sky is black, all I can see are little specks of light for the street lamps and mystery windows lit up in the distance with the shadows of unsuspecting performers dancing around in their glow. I wonder what other people think about when they cant sleep - do they think - You have heard the saying that its impossible to think about nothing - Is it just me who actually cant clear her head - there is always something bobbing around inside the jumble sale of my mind. Can you think of nothing?

Ideas are flowing

I have a question:

How would I go about teaching adults? I am currently doing a degree and have been told that I can teach courses when I graduate but I need more qualifications/courses/experience under my belt which is fine but where do I start? I don’t want to do a teaching degree, I’m not interested in teaching children, my interest lies in the realms of adult learning. Hearing so many people say that they are writers but never follow through and that there is a lot of demand for teachers of the courses available through city councils and such but no takers is disheartening. I want to incorporate all that enthusiasm into something that’s worth doing. I would rather feel that my work with people benefits them than trying all my life to write and never be acknowledged. I know in not J K Rowling or Jane Austin. I like to feel I’m doing something and if it’s in demand, why not try it.
Any advice would be greatly appreciated

On a similar note, I had a thought last night while lying in bed looking up at the ceiling; I want to write a book. Not a fiction book or anything but a sort of ‘How to’ book. Specifically for the creative writer of any age, it would be a basics guide to getting the creative juices flowing. I’m a very visual person and others may be the same, my stating point would be taken from the exercise I did for my presentation class last year using photographs as stimulants (see Photographs for inspiration on the home page). I think I may try to build something up over the summer.

While I’ve been sitting here, I have glanced out the window about four times. Once it was misty and dull, then it was raining, then it was snowing and now I can see sun squeezing its way through the clouds. Talk about your indecisiveness.

My last day on earth

My last day on earth would be as simple as this. I would gather every penny I had including my overdraft (becuase let’s face it I won’t need it) call all my friends and tell them to drop what they were doing and take a train up to Keswick, Derwent water in the lake district. I’d pick a few of them up on the way at various stops where I needed to change trains and gather alcohol, food, party poppers and warm clothes and we would all meet by the white cafe at the edge of the docks. From there I'd guide them all to the spot i favoured as a child at the end of a path before you meet the hills and start one last party. We would sing songs with my best friend playing the guitar, tell stories as they all have better memories than me, get toally drunk and eat anything we wanted til the sun had set and the sky had turned the gorgeous red colour and then faded away to make room for the stars. Before i went to sleep id leave them any money that was left and tell them to get home safe as i always do then snuggle into my sleeping bag under the night sky. I Despite all the scenarios that I have heard from others who answer this question I don't wanna change this.

What would you do for your last day on earth?

Evening - tea time

Wk 1 - 15-21 March Module 2 - The fairy story research and creation of modern telling

Wk 2 - 22-28 March Module 3 - Essay of 2000 words on two pieces of literature

Wk 3 - 29 - 4 April Module 1 - Short story (original concept) with report

Wk 4 - 5 - 11 April Module 3 - Essay of 1000 words on one piece of literature

Wk 5 - 12 - 18 April Module 4 - Essay on American autobiography 1750 words

Wk 6 - 19-25 April Module 2 - Short genre based story with a twist

Right so week 1 and 2 is complete, just about. The 2000 word essay has a full nearly final draft that needs a final edit. I'm now on a mission to find a short story that can have some editing done to it. I could start a completely new story but I reckon it would be good to work on something I've already got because there is loads I just leave behind and don't touch again so it'll be interesting to see how things progress and transform when they have been left for a while.

I have also invested in a book:

Writing Genre Fiction: A Guide to the Craft

by H. Thomas Milhorn

It arrived today and its an interesting read. Some very good points that can be used in the two short stories I got to write. fingers crossed x

Time flies

Monday morning already, man where did the weekend go?

In 3 weeks I’ve gone from being open minded to being opened up, dissected as such. I feel in the pit of my undiagnosed illness but people are literally pulling me apart to do new stuff and try everything - and i like it!
I am due back in Uni in a couple of weeks and while i have been reading I’ve realised the restrictions this society used to impose on itself and how they affected life, and decided that I should probably grasp my imagination by the scruff of the neck and enter that poetry competition that I’ve had an application to for about 4 weeks.
Kick up the backside time me thinks and to help me are all my friends, true I’m not the most popular person or the skinniest or the most fashionable but the friends i have got love me for what’s on the inside and are trying so hard to bring it out to the outside, this has been demonstrated already by the support they’ve shown me when I can’t get my head straight on certain things.

For todays entertainment I will be skimming the city centre for a gift for my friends 20th with another friend and visiting the Disney store to put a smile on my face :-) So what if its raining - that's why we have shopping centres