Shawshank

Still waiting. For many things.

Oh, and I am meant to be writing an article for assignment 3, but I do not know what to write about. I keep thinking, but nothing is materialising in my brain. Perhaps I will have a coffee and a cigarette and watch some television and have a granny nap and then think about it some more...?

Location:Parker Rd,Hastings,United Kingdom

The other side of the world

Today, I decided it would be a lovely idea to submit a short story to a magazine in Australia. So, I did. I feel slightly quirky for doing so. It's a nice feeling.

Negative? Me?

Having just read my last post again, I have rendered myself ashamed at the overtly negative tone. Perhaps a spot of arrogance wouldn't go amiss? I have only submitted it four times thus far, resulting in one request for full MSS (resulting in ongoing silence *shocking*), two bog standard rejections and one impending reply. The book is, I believe, publishable, although perhaps a tad introspective. On another positive note, at least I get to watch another space...

Location:Parker Rd,Hastings,United Kingdom

Volcanoes

Well, I have spent my night shift wisely, re-reading Volcano ready for the next bout of submissions. As I pressed the 'send' button, I had a flashback to the rejections I have received thus far. It's a little like stripping off your clothes, writing all your vulnerabilities on a Post-it, packaging yourself up, sending yourself to someone whilst begging them to want you. Unfortunately, they don't, and it takes a while to dust yourself off and believe in yourself again. They may as well just cut to the chase and reply 'you're having a laugh, aren't you? You're really quite shit'. Maybe I'll give up and serialise the book on this blog. At least 4 people will read it...

A week?

A week? A whole bloody week? I have to wait a sodding week until I find out whether my outfit, my pink nails and my witty charm landed me the job. I strongly feel that it is highly unethical to make me wait for a week. For the love of God.

Operation Shawshank

Well, the day has arrived. Time for Operation Shawshank Part Deux. Nails are painted a demure shade of interview-pink, job specification read and re-read, now it's time to plan my outfit. Good luck, me.

Location:Parker Rd,Hastings,United Kingdom

Sunny but cold

Well, what can I say? The weather is cold, but sunny. I haven't written ANYTHING for weeks (not even a reader's letter). Assignment 3 is hanging over my head like an executioner's...erm...thingamajig. My nail varnish is chipped. My vodka bottle is half empty. But Operation Shawshank Part 2 is going according to plan (interview on Wednesday). That's all folks...

Location:Parker Rd,Hastings,United Kingdom