Tuesday, 23 September 2014

A Sorry Excuse for a Post

Shelley at My Resolution Challenge very kindly nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award and I said I'd accept, but am forced into semi-acceptance because the internet on the family desktop computer isn't working and my iPad won't copy the pic and makes linking challenging. In lieu of a proper acceptance post, I offer you...half! 

I've linked back to Shelley as required (and it's one of the most inspiring blogs I follow, so check it out!), but won't nominate anyone because I'll mess it up and end up deleting the whole post. I can't display the pic, but I will offer you 7 facts about myself:

1/. I have my nose pierced. I wanted it done since I was about 10 and finally got it when I was 16. It's been nearly 14 years and I have never regretted having it done — even if my nose does bleed whenever someone hits the left side!

2/. I love screwball comedies. They are so much more intelligent and less sexist than most modern romantic comedies, though most were made in the 30s and 40s. And if they star Cary Grant, all the better...

3/. I'm a little obsessed with tennis. I will stay up very late (I think 6am was the latest) to watch matches, but don't ask me to reel off statistics because I can never remember figures.

4/. I blame my love of spaniels on Dogtanian. It's the floppy ears, I think. I was in love with him as a kid and listening to the theme tune on Youtube makes me all misty eyed...

5/. My favourite song is Across the Universe by The Beatles. It reminds me to rise above all the crap life throws at me.

6/. I like vintage style. Especially 1950s stuff, though I also expand into the 40s and 60s. It's something I've chosen to embrace recently, so I don't have many vintage-inspired clothes yet, but would love to buy more! Katherine Hepburn, Grace Kelly and Marilyn Monroe are my style icons.

7/. I have Borderline Personality Disorder. It's not a secret and there's no shame in it, so I declare it whenever I can! It's my way of chipping away at the stigma surrounding mental illness in general and BPD in particular.

Monday, 8 September 2014

Fresh Starts

I know everyone mentions the back-to-school feeling in the air, but it still affects me despite the fact that I'm not going back to school. It's been 3 years since I last faced a new academic year in full time education, which sounds preposterous because it doesn't feel that long ago, but every September brings a sense of excitement and apprehension. It's a time for fresh starts, so my attention turns to my goals — my New Year's Resolutions and other goals I've picked up along the way.

Fresh starts also involve tying up loose ends. A couple of loose ends have tied themselves over the past week or two: Murray's abscess has healed and the vet declared his scrotum normal, so he can go off the lead again! I'm more thrilled about this than he is, since I've had to put up with his excess energy. The other loose end was my Intro to Bookkeeping and Accounting course, which I somehow managed to pass with 91%. I suppose it shows that hard work can overcome most problems, even those concerning numbers!

My mentorship with Emylia Hall has started this week, which means that my major fresh start concerns my writing. After a summer of stagnancy, it's much needed. Some stories have fallen by the wayside, but there are a couple which I will (hopefully) be working on with renewed vigour. I've also got some ideas which could be turned into half decent stories...

One of my sticking points, however, is the novel I've been working on. Something doesn't feel right about it and I'm beginning to think that the best thing to do is to put it aside for a while. Part of me thinks I'm just being lazy for thinking this way, but it hasn't progressed much for months, despite me starting to rewrite it in a different way. I think it still has potential, but suspect it's not the right novel for me to write at the moment.

After all, fresh starts mean casting things aside so that new things can take their place. It might be saying goodbye to long, leisurely summer days in favour of studying an interesting subject or following a passion. It could mean cutting back on one hobby to pursue another wholeheartedly. For me, it's putting one novel away so that I can work on one that's right for me to write at this point in my life and career. It feels like a loss or a failure, but I hope I'm merely making space for something amazing.