Good Catholic Girl

I have a new story about a pregnant Catholic teenager. It's a barrel of laughs.

Floundering

I don't bloody like writing bloody non-fiction. Having said that, I would rather do that than do proper work. I have finished writing about doodles and coupled it with two reader letters, which will hopefully amount to the sum of assignment 3. I cannot wait until I get to the fiction part of the course and can allow myself to let my imagination wander once again.

Location:Ridgewood Gardens,Hastings,United Kingdom

Doodle bug

Ok, so I can write an article about ANYTHING, and I choose sodding doodles. What the fuck is that all about?

Location:Parker Rd,Hastings,United Kingdom

A pensive moment.

I quite want to write about something boring. Can't think of anything though.

Location:Parker Rd,Hastings,United Kingdom

Deterioration

When I arrived at work today, I actually didn't look too bad. Having just looked in the mirror in the badly-lit toilet, I became perturbed at my reflection. My carefully messed-up hair now looks accidentally messed-up, in a 'bush backwards' manner, my eyeshadow has disappeared, and my forehead appears to have grown. Now, what's that all about?

Location:Combermere Rd,Hastings,United Kingdom

The whereabouts of my pies

I have the following pies:

Short story pie in Australia
Short story pie at the BBC National Short Story Pie Competition
Volcano pie gathering dust on two agents' desks.

That's it for now.

Location:Parker Rd,Hastings,United Kingdom

Congratulations, me

The nail varnish worked. I now just have to sit and wait for 3 years whilst they fill in their paperwork. Time for a celebratory vodka.

Location:Parker Rd,Hastings,United Kingdom

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