I just wanted to let any Melbourn-ians know that there is a Meet Up for any Sherlock fans!
You can check it out here if you like.
It will be at The Queen Victoria Gardens. 12th May. 11 am.
There are also more Meet ups in Perth, Brisbane, Sydney and other places to come!
- Current Mood: melancholy
Which is saying something.
Writing is a way of escape and a way of expressing myself through something other than the spoken word. I'm anti-social and deathly afraid of moving through crowds for fear of someone knowing me and wanting to stop and chat.
But, writing, writing is difficult and a challenge and it keeps my mind occupied when I'm in a blue mood. I would love to be published one day, to have someone tell me that they have read my book and liked it, or could relate to it! But being published isn't whats important to me, its the writing itself that keeps me going back.
I've began so many stories, more than fifty 5,000 novel beginnings that I will never use but haven't the heart to get rid of. My one prize piece, the one that means so much to me, is my only completed novel. A very early draft of 'Obsidian Ink' with early ideas and weak characters that trail along a weak plot through a shadow of a city. 'Obsidian Ink' was about a girl who could teleport, and who was murdered, yet it was only at the end of the novel that we confront her killer and something comes of it. It took me about three months to write, from start to finish. And I couldn't have been happier.
Because it was PROOF, proof that I was capable of of completing something when I put my mind to it. And it boosted my confidence to no end. It also made me realise that I could be happy with writing a novel without the immediate pressure of getting it published as soon as possible.
And now, after more than a dozen beginnings, I'm finally re-writing 'Obsidian Ink'. Still with the main theme of superheroes and a heroine who can't control her anger and could hardly be called a heroine at all. I'm loving writing it, because I'm challenging myself with research and the style and getting the characters personalities down pat so you could recognize them by a phrase.
And now, without further ado, I'm going to go back and continue my novel.
- Current Mood: creative
I just found out that Janet Evanovich's One For the Money, the first in her Stephanie Plum series, has been made into a movie and will be out next year!
I love the books, I remember starting to read them in primary school *I don't know why I was allowed to, but hey, I wasn't naive* and really liked them. My older sister has always been the one to buy the books but she just yesterday gave them all to me, so I'm going to reread all of them.
I am so not reading the Motor mouth and other series by Evanovich, though. They just can't compare.
Anyway, I think Katherin Heigl will be okay, but I REALLY DO NOT LIKE WHO THEY CHOSE FOR RANGER! Ick. Morelli is okay. Lula is okay. Vinnie is perfect and I love Jimmy Alpha.
And these are, really, my last exams for school. Ever. Finally.
I find myself sitting in those lines, listening to people scuffle and sneeze and shuffle, procrastinating for the first half hour before they can leave. I find myself sitting there and thinking "Wow, this is really it. No more school and no more being social with these people. No more...."
On and on it goes. I thought I would be elated, happy, gloriously releived. But I'm not, I'm just tired and I really, REALLY wish it was Christmas.
So, to fill in what used to be my school time, it seems I still don't have as much free time as I had anticipated. I was called into STUCK ON YOU, who I worked for last summer because the Christmas rush is getting out of hand and they need more help. And I mean, it pays well and I suppose everyone has to work. BUT I WANTED A BREAK. I wanted these holidays before Christmas to be relaxing. To do everything I've been waiting to do for the entire last year. I wanted to do NaNo and finished my novel and do lots of painting and start an etsy shop with my sister.
But, alas, mum keeps forcing me to ask for more and more and more work and everyday is now filled with THINGS.
I suppose I'm just complaining, but you've got to know as well how it feels, that after so long of being treated like a kid and never being rushed into anything, I'm suddenly being PUSHED into EVERYTHING.
Anyway, thats just me angsting. I'm really not so grumpy, but I needed to vent.
Next week on Monday I have my TAFE interveiw for Graphic design, so I have to put the finishing touches on my portfolio. I have my last two exams on Tuesday and Wednesday and then Thursday and Friday I'll be working. Full week!
I've also been trying to draw some Christmas things, cards and tags and such, here they are:
My sisters and I went to Melbourne to go to this years Armageddon Convention because there were so many people we wanted to meet. And it was AWESOME.
Well, not really the weekend, but two days at my Nan's house with no laptop or internet.
We went for walks on the beach and fed the magpies, it was nice and relaxing. At first it was really frustrating not having the internet, but after two weeks of worrying about my homework and spending all my time on it, I suppose it was good to have a break. I like spending time with Nan, she's always worried about us being hungry or bored.
It was great :)
- Current Mood: anxious
- Current Music:Moulin Rouge Soundtrack
I mean, I hope I do.
I probably complain a lot here, but sometimes its the only place to vent. Facebook is filled with people I don't particularly want to share my mind with and there's only so much you can write on Twitter. So, Livejournal ends up taking the brunt of my ansty-ness.
So, this week had been hell. To start off simply.
I have a cold, and its been brewing for a while so I feel like my head's going to explode any time now. But I can deal with that. I just have to chill.
The worst thing about this week was probably when Zo and I were in class at lunchtime ( Because its kinda cold and we love taking advantage of the heaters ) and in the room next to us we could hear an old ( ex-friend, because we parted on horrible terms ) friend and a teacher in the room next to us.
And then they started bitching about us.
And Zo and me sat there, froze, because we didn't know what to do. In the end, we waited to the end of the next class and where I politely told him to stop talking about us. ( me and my stuttering )
Then we had a practice exam for three hours where snot dripped in a continious stream down my face and I had a mild panic attack because I couldn't understand the layout of the exam.
And then on the bus home, because Zoe and I are always the last off, the bus driver wouldn't open the door to let us off and starting yelling at us about our Myki cards.
Of course, I was exhausted and sick and I dislike conflicted because it makes me feel like I'm going to throw up, and as soon as I got home I burst into tears and curled up in a ball of self pity on my bed for the next two days. No school for me. Alright, I was sick, as well.
Anyway, I'm trying to forget, so here are a few pictures I've been working on:
There are four weeks of official school left. Two this term and two after the holidays.
Exams will be soon.
It's really odd, that my twelve years of schooling are about to come to an end. I can still remember the first day of Prep and now its the end of year 12.
I feel like there's this large wave, big and dark and scary, looming above me. And as soon as I stumble out of my last exam, its going to swallow me whole. And I won't know what to do.
I know that I'm going to apply for TAFE , a graphic design course is the only bearable thing I can think of doing. And I'm applying for a job at Coles in the fresh food department (just like my older sister *sigh*) but still, everything feels unfinished and unsure and I have this distinct feeling that these expectations are going to fall short.
Everyone at school is sluggish. You can see it in class, when you talk to them, when you walk passed them.
I noticed it more today, that even with two weeks to finished everything, we can't summon the energy or the motivation to keep trucking along. Everyone is on the verge of getting sick. Coughing and sniffling and exhausted. Purple smudges under their eyes, like they don't sleep anymore, or like they're on drugs. There's no fighting, but don't get me wrong theres still gossip and snarky comments, but you can see the weariness just leeching out of them and they can't be bothered fighting.
It's like running:
You start off strong. You think you're going great. You can do this.
And then you're legs start to ache. But its fine, everyone gets a little sore. You keep on running.
You're pace is a little slower. It's no longer a race. Everyone just wants to get to the end.
You start taking breaks. You're legs are cramping up. You try to drag you're friends along with you, but they're just as tired.
In the end you can't run anymore. You can see the finish line.
You start crying. You don't want to do this anymore. You know you're going to fail.
You're walking now. Arms wrapped around yourself so you don't fall apart.
Out of breath and so very, very tired. You wonder if it will be worth it, in the end.
- Current Mood: depressed
- Current Music:Running up that hill - placebo