Yesterday I went to a talk performed by the fantastic Alice May - Artist and Author.
The evening involved brilliant food and conversation with a group of wonderful ladies, all of whom were very welcoming and friendly. Many of them were inspiring and had fantastic stories themselves that I could have sat and listened to for hours. Then it was time for Alice to speak.
She was genuinely fabulous! I don't know what I was expecting when I went along, but what I listened to was amazing! She brought along a wide selection of her paintings and photographs to show people as the talk went on. She was funny, serious, and uplifting all in one speech!
It was a very sucessful evening! Below I'll leave some more photos in case anyone wants to have a little look. If you want to find more of Alice May's work then her website is
You can find out more about her there! Until next time friends!
Hi guys! So sorry for the long delay between my last post and this one, I got caught up with two sets of exams as well as working on new projects that will hopefully become available soon!
Another part of this weekend is that I went to a wonderful talk by the incredibly talented Sophie Hannah, also on offer at the Literary Festival. She was incredible! Such a fantastic speaker! She gave a talk on 'the nuts and bolts of crime writing'. She was funny and informative and I would highly recommend going to on of her talks - even if you're not interested in becoming a writer. What she had to say was very entertaining.
I wish I had been able to go to more of the events on at the festival, there were so many big writing names attending and giving talks. If you're in the Budleigh Salterton area, you absolutely must check it out next year! I certainly will be going back again to volunteer with the Youth Events team!
Such a fabulous weekend!
I love writing. No, seriously, I really LOVE it. You've probably guessed as much with the two books I've already published and the third in the series on the way (that's right guys, the third book in the Victoria Institute Series is nearing completion!).
It seems like this is a problem for a lot of people. I get asked this question really frequently, particularly by those interested in picking up the creative pen themselves. What is my writing schedule like? Normally I give a nervous sounding laugh, and give a rough guess of about an hour every day. The truth of the matter is it's a lot more varied than that!
One thing's for certain; its absolutely not the same from one week to the next. One week I might be at living university with an essay due in. The next, I'll be at home and want to spend time with my family. Nothing is the same, which is why I personally find the set-in-stone, inflexible 'writing schedule' completely impractical!
I know that it works successfully for some people, and if you're one of those people then I commend you! If you can stick to it, then they really can work wonders for your productivity. However, I'm a lot more hap-hazardous with my writing time. Between lectures I'll scribble on the back of my organic notes, I'll be tapping away on my iPod while riding the bus, or maybe for half an hour if I can spare it before Frisbee practice (I find exercise is one of the best inspirational activities).
I'm not one of those people. For me, it's not a challenge to write everyday. Rather it's the complete opposite! It's almost a requirement at this point, something that I have to do. As important as breathing, eating and sleeping - sometimes trumping one or two of those even! If I try to go to bed at the end of the day and I haven't at least tried to write a few sentences, it's like an un-scratch-able itch at the back of my mind that I can't ignore! That's when I drag out my iPod, pull up the right file and start tapping away in the dark - getting down at least a paragraph before turning back to my bed.
My advice for anyone trying to finish a task like writing a novel, is to experiment. Find what works for you. What works for one person might not work for another, after all, everyone is different! Try listening to a different kind of music while you right, or none at all! Try going out and finding a library or coffee shop or even a nice area of the park to sit and scribble away. If the schedule doesn't work for you, or it does but there's to much/to little hours, then rework it! Everyone is different, and can be productive in different ways.
But most of all, whatever you do, do at least attempt to write at least once every day, because even just half an hour every day eventually adds up.
Well that's all from me this week. I hope you liked this post. If you did, please hit the like button. And I'll see you all next time.
However, as there are in most charity shops, there is a discounted/second hand book section. Which, to someone who is as obsessed with books as I am (all reading is good book research right?) this can prove a little bit of a problem for the purse strings. When you see a book that you've been meaning to read for ages, sitting at just a pound on the shelf next to you, (yes, to add to my problems the book shelf is right next to the till where I can always see it!), it's incredibly hard to resist.
Sometimes I'm strong enough to ignore the allure of the bookshelf, and then (more commonly) I have moments of weakness and come out of volunteering with a couple of books stashed away in my backpack, my purse a little lighter, and on the way to my bed for an evening of tea and stories.
It has gotten to the point now that whenever they get a new bunch of books in, Hannah (yep, the manager and I share the same name, but that's another story!), sets a couple aside she thinks I'll like so that I can get first dibs! Which is brilliant, because I get more books, but at the same time it isn't great because more books means less money and more distractions from things I should be doing, like lab reports and writing my own novel.
So if anyone has any idea as so how to solve my little space problem, please let me know! Any ingenious storage solutions that don't cost too much? After all, the student purse strings are often drawn tight!
That's all from me this time. I hope you all have a fantastic day! Bye! :)
However, at our last late lecture, one of my housemates, bless her heart, seemed to just be having a bad day. She placed her smoothie on the long bench that acts as our writing surface. It was then jolted and the open smoothie then slipped off the side, and into her open bag on the floor below.
And it went everywhere! And when I say everywhere, I really do mean everywhere! Spattered across the seats, strewn across the floor, dripping off her bag. And to make matters worse, this smoothing was the strongest green colour that showed up fantastically against the light colours of our lecture theater seats and carpet! There was no hiding what had just happened, and even less chance of cleaning it up in the two minutes we had until the lecture began.
She just stared at it for a long moment, as though not quite absorbing what just happened - as though not willing to believe it. Then she sat down, and took a moment to come up with some kind of game plan. After a brief pause, she got back up, swept up her things in an attempt to save her notes, and the other contents of her bag. Then she bundled her things together, having decided the lecture theater was not the place, and left, not to return for the rest of the hour.
It was deemed that the book was beyond rescuing, but it certainly made for one of the more childish walk homes we've ever had, teasing each other by waving the book in each other's direction. Something that put a smile on my face after a long day - so it goes to show there is a silver lining to every little disaster. It even made my housemate smile when she got the book back, laughing at the idea we carried something so gross all the way home with us.
Hope this story made you smile. See you soon King fans, have a wonderful day!
As before, no one was harmed by this small little incident! However, it was a cause for hilarity.
I was not there when it happened, I was down the hall in my room, when suddenly I heard a commotion coming from the kitchen and lots of shouting. Confused, I pulled, myself away from my manuscript (and my writers block - but that was beside the point) to investigate the source of the sudden shrieking and an undignified squawking.
I walked into the foggy kitchen to see three of my housemates in hysterics, one in the process of wringing out our oven gloves over the sink. Apparently, that same flat mate that had set the tissue paper on fire had done something very similar with the oven gloves - and had burnt a hole right through them.
On the way there, however, it started snowing. And one of the girls in the car had come over to study from Singapore, and had never seen snow before. She got really excited, trying to take pictures of it out of the window, the hilarity of which was only heightened when you understand just how pitifully poor the snow actually was. It looked more like someone had up ended a bag of icing sugar over the edge of the road than real snow. Regardless, she was super excited to finally see snow.
When we got there, it was freezing, (naturally because, you know, snow!). Anyway, after we managed to wiggle the car into a snug parking space and performed all the necessary acrobatics in order to actually extract ourselves from the car, we hurried over (ten minutes late) to the training session, quietly (okay maybe not so quietly) complaining about the state of the weather as we went. We pulled on our football boots and got to playing, running around in order to keep from freezing to the spot.
The training session was a complete blast! The wind was playing tricks on all of the throws, so there was a lot of yelling 'heads!' and people dropping to the ground unsure which direction the flying plastic disc was coming in. When it got to lunch time, it was just too cold to sit around outside and eat, so the five of us all went and got back inside Captain's car, munching on our sandwiches as we tried to warm ourselves. up
And then Frozen came on our captain's shuffle playlist! And that was it, the five of us were off. The sound was turned up and the five of us (I was the youngest at nineteen remember) singing our absolute loudest along with the very talented Idina. At one point we had pulled up at a red light, and we were getting some very weird looks from people around us - clearly we were being loud enough for the noise to not only leave our car, but compete with their own music as well.
Did we care?
Not one bit.
All in all, that evening when I got home, I had a smile on my face, a muddy frisbee in one hand and a takeaway bag in the other. I call that weekend a success in my books!
Anyway, that's all from me this time. Have a great week guys! Until next time :)
I am allowed rest breaks during in my exams, so that I can get up and alleviate some of the pain in my leg. As such, I am sat in an assisted room with other people who also are allowed rest breaks or extra time or both. It's university policy that a student cannot leave in the first thirty minutes or last fifteen of an exam in order to not disturb the people taking the test (this isn't filler, it is relevant to the story I promise!).
I reached the end of my time, exam was over, and was filling out the front of my answer booklets. Behind me my friend Mindy had also finished, and on my left my other friend Nathan was doing the same thing. However there was another girl (and for the life of me I wish I could remember her name, but I can't so let's go with Jackie), who still had a couple of minutes left on her exam.
So I was filling out my booklet, using the extra time I had to sit in silence to some kind of end. Beside me one of the invigilators was waiting, less than patiently for me to finish signing the various boxes and date the right sections of the form. In my hurry I managed to take the skin off the side of my little finger, giving myself the biggest paper cut I'd ever thought possible, and dragging blood across all three of my answer booklets.
I couldn't quite believe it! I started at the welling crimson on my hand, and then clutched it with my other hand to try and stop any more blood falling on the paper that would determine the outcome of my physics grade, holding it awkwardly to the side over the desk.
In an attempt to resolve the issue, I turned to whispering frantically at the closest invigilator, while Nathan and Mindy did their best not to laugh while he ran off in search of a tissue at the very least to stem the bleeding. Thankfully he came back with his papery prize quicker than I had thought possible, and helping me clean up the small mess I had made of my hands.
When Jackie's exam finished, the bleeding had almost come to a complete stop. But there was nothing like a little end of exam mayhem to take people's mind far from physics test that we'd just sat. We all left, giggling about the ridiculous nature of the situation. Never before has an exam literally caused me injury! I should have been far more careful!
Oh well, that's just a funny little thing that happened in exam season.
I hope to write again soon. Until then, I hope you all have a wonderful time.
After a long marathon of revise, eat right and try not to stress out too much when you don't know what on earth an LMCT is (i'm still not sure myself), the feeling after leaving that final exam is neigh on euphoric.
Most people will have experienced that feeling at some point, the exam season officially and finally coming to a much anticipated end. It felt strange, not having the pressure or need to head home and hit the books again. Oddly, I felt out of place, almost at a little bit of a loss what to do with myself next. It didn't last long though. The inner-writer has been wrestling with the good-student for a long while, and finally the writer broke through. It wasn't long before I put beloved pen back to paper where it belongs.
However, before indulging my more literary side, most of my year decided that despite the fact it was a morning exam...and we got out at just eleven thirty...we should go to the pub. It wasn't a group decision, it seemed like everyone's individual circles just seemed to look at each other and think a celebratory beer was in order. And like that, an almost empty building was descended upon by almost the entire academic year's worth of chemistry students, drowning their exam-woes or celebrating the end of a mountain of revision.
Most of the people in the room, I wouldn't have considered day time drinkers. I certainly wouldn't put myself in that bracket either, in fact far from it. And yet, here I was, surrounded by my good friends and a pint in my hand, their good mood infecting me almost immediately. It wasn't long before I was smiling ear to ear, laughing at bad jokes and generally fooling around. All thoughts of exams and atoms behind me.
I got inside, went into my room with every intention of finally cleaning up a little bit. I sat down on my bed...and woke up six hours later! Yep, that was a very long unexpected nap indeed! Before I had taken my unplanned snooze, I don't think I realized just how much I needed the sleep. Maybe the beer or two helped me relax a little, it was certainly some of the best sleep I'd had in weeks!
Anyway, that's just a little story from me. I hope you all have an amazing week and I will try to post again soon. Bye!
I've not been able to write much of anything over the holidays so far, much to my disappointment. Instead I've been sat at the kitchen counter, next to my sister. Both of us with head phones wedged into our ears, a pot of tea to share between us and our head buried in textbooks. Sometimes one or other of our younger brothers comes along and tentatively dares to ask if we want to take a break to throw a Frisbee around with them, we could even have a match of two on two. And much to my disappointment as much as theirs, I always respond with 'after this lecture maybe', with a longing look outside the window to the garden.
But I did manage to spend some time with the books shut over the last week and a bit. My sister and I gave ourselves Christmas Day away from revision, so we spent and entire day free from the world of degree level chemistry and maths. And earlier in the holidays, I taught my family how to play a match of ultimate Frisbee, bringing my prized Frisbee back from uni with the expressed purpose of making use of the large garden we have out the back. Mum, Myself and the older of my two younger brothers were on a team against my Dad, sister and littlest brother. It was fun, charging around the back garden, yelling at the top of our voices and throwing a Frisbee around in our wellies. When we were all Frisbee-d out, we all trotted back inside, mud on every item of clothing we wore, and warmed up in front of a fire with hot chocolates and a family film.
Well, that’s my Christmas in a nut shell so far. I hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season and I hope you all have a fantastic new year! Bye!
Welcome to my blog! Here is the first place to find out about new events and releases! Along the way I share a few funny little stories from my life. I hope you like my ramblings as much as I enjoy writing them!
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