Blog Award

The lovely Emily Cross gave me a blog award! Which was wonderful and unexpected. She received the award from Corra McFeydon, and the details of it are:

Please accept the ‘Creative Writer Award’ with no strings attached. You can post it within an awards page, sidebar, or new post; you can link it to me and pass it on to writers you know who host writing blogs, or you can simply read this note with my thanks attached and do nothing further. This is just intended as a gesture to further the premise ‘writer’ within ‘blogger.’ I’d love to see more writers acknowledged for the craft! Because we all are writers.

The blogs (and the people who write them, I suppose!) I am passing the award on to are:

Michelle McLean’s Writer Ramblings

Victoria Schwab

Their posts and journeys have been both informative and inspiring to me for a long time now.

New year, new start etc.

I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas/time off and New Year. Mine was lovely, and I’m pretty excited about 2010. I have a good feeling about it. It’s already a vast improvement on 2009 for many different reasons.

I didn’t write down my New Year’s resolutions last year, but I’m going to this year. I like resolutions and the sense of purpose they bring, the feeling that there is something hopefully solid–if the resolutions are somewhat realistic–to work towards during the year.

My 2010 resolutions are:

  • 1. Start querying the werewolves when the fourth–and hopefully final–draft is ready.
  • 2. Rewrite the steampunk Alice book and hopefully get people to read that.
  • 3. Start writing in a paper diary again.
  • 4. Try to read 150 books. (I reached 76 last year. Not bad, but I can definitely do better.)
  • 5. Walk more, especially now that my student travel card has expired and public transport is expensive again.

What resolutions did any of you decide for this year?

My set of His Dark Materials has been taken over by the coloured sticky-note army

*waves from sea of sticky-notes*

I love how the urge to write hits me like an anvil over the head right during thesis crunch time.

Nice timing, life. Niiiiiice.

The end is in sight!

Losing my mind a little…

My thesis has to be written, edited, printed and bound by the 21st September. 17,000 words, hardly a medium-sized drop in the ocean in terms of a book. And yet, I’m freaking out a little. Unlike this time last year, however, I have tricks up my sleeve, the best of which is to spend all of my days off in the library. The one good thing about being a postgrad student is that no undergrads are using the reading room in the library at this time of year.

(For anyone interested, my thesis is about women, gender and sexuality in His Dark Materials and The Chronicles of Narnia. It’ll be awesome! When it’s done.)

Unfortunately, I’ve also just moved into a new house, so I’m trying to get to know my flatmates without spending all of my time in my room, frantically reading. And I’m trying to get my partner’s birthday present done in time. And I’m going on holiday to spend time with said partner on the 22nd September (hence my self-imposed deadline–the real deadline isn’t until 30th September). Ergo, I’m not having a lot of time to actually relax and such right now. In an effort to stop myself from going completely insane, I’ve allowed myself to do some non-thesis reading and write a couple of hundred words on TWFF every few evenings. As much as I hate it, the thesis has to take top priority (apart from work, obviously).

See you on the other side–there will be some serious celebrating on October 1st!

*peeks in*

Nothing much to report.

- Still working on the second draft. of CR.
- Have started making tentative notes for Book 2.
- Am making a slow dent in one of my tottering to-read piles.

*waves hand* Carry on, don’t mind me.

Arthur C. Clarke

Arthur C. Clarke has died.

RIP. :(

Insanity!

I can’t really be getting excited about rewriting my book, can I?

It’s official: I’m a freak of nature! Well, a writing freak of nature, at least.

Breath like cloud puffs

Winter has suddenly dropped without warning. It’s gone from reasonable autumn temperatures to feeling like December. I had to dig out my winter coat and scarf, and I have to buy a new hat and set of gloves as, in keeping with my yearly winter tradition, I somehow lost last year’s set. Heh.

I was walking to the tram on my way to work this morning and my breath was forming little cloud puffs on the air. The air felt cool and crisp, and it seemed like Christmas was just around the corner. Things have changed a lot since this time last year, some good and some bad. I think I like the person I am now a lot more. I hope.

The book has gone past 30,000 words.

At least the weather is suiting my writing mood; I am heading towards the uphill slope that leads to the climax and the plunge down. The weather is also cold and frozen in this part of the book, and I can honestly say that right now I’m writing exactly what I’m feeling. :)

Is recluse still an occupation?

Have you ever had one of those days where you wish you could be a recluse and never see a single human being ever again?

…I am most definitely having one of those days. *RAGE*

When the rain falls…

It has been raining for the past few days, a heavy, straight rain which I can’t help but stare at from my window. The sound of it is strangely soothing, and always has been. I feel safe whenever I’m inside from the rain, and warm, curled up in my room or on the couch while listening to it.

It always turns my writing dark and somber.

And, now, yes, it has started to rain again.

Time to start the morning for real.

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