I think my muse has been stolen by all the books I've been reading. I've read some fantastic stuff over the last few months. Namely The Book Thief. What an utterly amazing book. A fantastic point of view, beautiful writing and a story that made me cry!
I'm now working my way though Clash of Kings by George R. R. Martin. I'm enjoying it more than Game of Thrones (which I read after I'd seen the TV show) but it's so long! I'm half way through and already itching to read one of the other new books I have.
I have been writing. I'm about half way through Tain's story and am beginning to consider rewriting Sanctuary. I've got ideas for it, lots to change, more baddies and general peril. I'm glad the ideas are coming but I'm still not ready to give it another go.
Writing has just been difficult. I thing GRRM has stolen my mojo. I can't even write the drabbly bits of Flash Fiction I love so dearly. I'm focusing a lot on my fashion blog and I am buying a house so there's lots in my life that's just getting in the way of writing.
I've got ideas and stories in my head but when I sit down to get on with it I'm hit with a huge sense of apathy. I just can't be bothered. I may leave it for a while and not bother too much about getting on with anything until after I've moved. Hopefully once that's all sorted and Christmas is out of the way I can get on with Tain.
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Monday, 28 November 2011
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Life shake-up and editing
The last few days have been the most stressful of my life and while a lot of this isn't to do with writing I think I need to get it off my chest. Apologies for my irrelevancy.
Ben and I looked at a house at the weekend. It was a glorious, huge four-bedroom new build in the centre of one of the quietest little neighbourhoods I've even had the pleasure of being in.
When we had decided we wanted it we asked if they were putting in flooring. They said no and that if we wanted flooring in our new house we'd have to pay a extra £4k. Trying to find £10k for the deposit was going to be difficult enough. We said that the sales lady should ask her manager because that would be the thing that made us say yes.
That evening we got a phone call with 'no'.
I smiled and said I was relieved, it meant we didn't have to deal with money worries associated with buying a house a little too soon because of a once in a lifetime deal.
Then I cried, tried to pass it off as floods of relief but I was so upset. I got it out of my system, mourned the loss of a gorgeous house and got on with my life.
Until I got a voicemail from the sales lady with a story.
'Jess, I went to a sales conference in Chelmsford today, the director accidentally tipped a cup of coffee over me. He said, "oh no! Whatever can I do to make it up to you?"
'I said, "well, you can give flooring to the couple eager to buy plot 125." He agreed and you can have to flooring! Isn't that great!'
I sat at work and cried, I had a miniature breakdown on Twitter, could do nothing to get in touch with Ben and spent almost two hours trying to hold back tears whilst at work.
To make myself feel better about the loss of the house I'd convinced myself we couldn't afford it. We'd have to borrow too much from parents, the monthly repayments would be too much, Ben wouldn't be able to pay off his credit card.
Then to know that you can have the house after convincing yourself that it was a bad idea just leads to all sorts of terrible conflicting emotions. We went to see Derren Brown that night, those few hours were the only time I didn't think about that damn house. Ben was swinging more of to the side of saying yes whereas I was very indecisive but swinging towards no.
In the morning I woke up, went downstairs to see Ben making me a cup of tea and I said to him, "let's do this." I kept thinking about how devastated I was when I was told we couldn't have the house.
The sales office for the house is shut until tomorrow but first thing in the morning we are going tell them YES!
Things will change dramatically over the next few months, I need to reign in my shoe habit for a start...
Editing
What I'm trying to get at is that all of this has taken a toll on my creativity. All I can think about is a huge lounge, reading corner, space for the cat to play and all the wonderful things that await us in our own house. I managed to edit 20 pages today which puts me at 58/160. Sanctuary draft three will be done before things get any more stressful. While I'm worrying about where to hang a picture, my selected readers will be immersing themselves in a post-apocalyptic London in 2098!
Ben and I looked at a house at the weekend. It was a glorious, huge four-bedroom new build in the centre of one of the quietest little neighbourhoods I've even had the pleasure of being in.
When we had decided we wanted it we asked if they were putting in flooring. They said no and that if we wanted flooring in our new house we'd have to pay a extra £4k. Trying to find £10k for the deposit was going to be difficult enough. We said that the sales lady should ask her manager because that would be the thing that made us say yes.
That evening we got a phone call with 'no'.
I smiled and said I was relieved, it meant we didn't have to deal with money worries associated with buying a house a little too soon because of a once in a lifetime deal.
Then I cried, tried to pass it off as floods of relief but I was so upset. I got it out of my system, mourned the loss of a gorgeous house and got on with my life.
Until I got a voicemail from the sales lady with a story.
'Jess, I went to a sales conference in Chelmsford today, the director accidentally tipped a cup of coffee over me. He said, "oh no! Whatever can I do to make it up to you?"
'I said, "well, you can give flooring to the couple eager to buy plot 125." He agreed and you can have to flooring! Isn't that great!'
I sat at work and cried, I had a miniature breakdown on Twitter, could do nothing to get in touch with Ben and spent almost two hours trying to hold back tears whilst at work.
To make myself feel better about the loss of the house I'd convinced myself we couldn't afford it. We'd have to borrow too much from parents, the monthly repayments would be too much, Ben wouldn't be able to pay off his credit card.
Then to know that you can have the house after convincing yourself that it was a bad idea just leads to all sorts of terrible conflicting emotions. We went to see Derren Brown that night, those few hours were the only time I didn't think about that damn house. Ben was swinging more of to the side of saying yes whereas I was very indecisive but swinging towards no.
In the morning I woke up, went downstairs to see Ben making me a cup of tea and I said to him, "let's do this." I kept thinking about how devastated I was when I was told we couldn't have the house.
The sales office for the house is shut until tomorrow but first thing in the morning we are going tell them YES!
Things will change dramatically over the next few months, I need to reign in my shoe habit for a start...
Editing
What I'm trying to get at is that all of this has taken a toll on my creativity. All I can think about is a huge lounge, reading corner, space for the cat to play and all the wonderful things that await us in our own house. I managed to edit 20 pages today which puts me at 58/160. Sanctuary draft three will be done before things get any more stressful. While I'm worrying about where to hang a picture, my selected readers will be immersing themselves in a post-apocalyptic London in 2098!
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