• Creative Writing,  My Life,  writing

    Mid Month Update

    Hi, Hey, Hello! So let’s just get straight to it with this one shall we? It’s the middle of the month. It’s the middle of THE month. And so I guess an update is due. It’s Day 15, it is not looking great. I’m supposed to be at 25,000 words by this point. I think I can quite confidently say that I have not broken 5,000 words. This has been for a few reasons. One, I had to tidy up some shit from the 12,000 odd words I had already written and also familiarise myself with what I had already put down. Two, I have not yet properly planned this…

  • Creative Writing,  My Writing,  writing

    Zilch

    At this point there is nothing left for me to do. All the plans have been made and all I can do now is just wait for things.  And hope that they all pan out the way that I want them to in my head. Which is almost too much pressure. Maybe that’s where all of those bridezilla stories come from. Because there is just all this pressure on everything. Because you do everything that you need to do for the day but you have no way of really knowing if it will all work out on the day. I know that I picked a date that would have the…

  • Creative Writing,  My Writing,  writing

    Youngest

    The shadow always seems to get bigger with each passing day at this rate, which is kind of unnerving to be honest. Because I didn’t really think that was actually possible anymore. I thought that they had reached their capacity. But apparently not. There are just new things that they find to be proud of, even when what has actually happened if really not all that impressive in the grand scheme of things. They did well on a test. Or they got into another uni. I got into 5. All 5. Including THE two, which I only applied to because I felt this intense sense of pressure about it from…

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    Xpress

    I still hate the name. I told her that when she first suggested it to me. I told her that when she got the signs made up for the building. I told her again when they actually went up on the building. I don’t think I’ll ever stop telling her. It’s become our thing. Even now when I’m standing behind a bar watching people push and shove to get someone to notice them in the seas of people all congregating there, all chatting between themselves weirdly perfectly content with the fact that it’s taking ages for them to be served, I hate the name. Clearly the flyers that I helped…

  • My Writing,  writing

    Party

    Some people might be kind of worried about getting a phone call from their sister at close to midnight on a Tuesday night. Especially when the person who starts speaking on the other end of the call is definitely not your sister. Bu for some reason I’m pretty calm about it. Maybe it’s because it someone else on the other end of the phone who sounded like they had their shit together and so it felt like she was in safe hands for the time being. Maybe I’m being naïve and it’s red herring or maybe I’m just so bored of not trusting people anymore and this guy had the…