I am feeling good. I have nearly – and by nearly I mean there are less than 10,000 words left – nearly finished the first draft of my first full length novel. It is a project I have been working on since January and I love it very much but boy will I be relieved when I can print out the whole darn thing. Yes, I then have the very long and painful processing of rewriting and editing but that seems like a real breeze compared to getting the words out in the first place. So what am I doing? Not writing, no. Planning my next few projects.
More specifically, about train drivers. I work on a heritage steam railway in Cumbria and have buckets of fun every day, mainly because it’s a beautiful place and the people are lovely. Bank holiday weekend was particularly enjoyable thanks to a doube-header train each day. For those of you not up to scratch on your train lingo, that’s a train pulled by two engines. Like this:
So it’s been three months since I moved up north (blimey doesn’t time fly) and today, finally, the big day has arrived. The day I have waited for since seeing the house and realising it would be my home for the foreseeable future.
My office has furniture in!
I am literally afraid of my own words. For eight months now I have been writing a novel which I already love, which I believe in and which, every time I explain the premise, is met with expressions of ‘cool’ and ‘that sounds awesome’. I have already written over 40,000 words of said book. But now I am afraid.
I’m just going to leave this here.
E4 has been the channel of choice in my house for some time now. In the uni house it would be on for hours at a time thanks to The Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, and, towards the end of our degree, Rules of Engagement. We had the damn channel on so much we came to love programs we originally hated. I’m still not sure if thats a good thing or a bad thing.
Last week was the first episode of their newest series, The 100 (pronounced The Hundred). It’s the latest sci-if instalment from the states and the advertising push on it has been large and prominent on the channel since The Tomorrow People finished a few weeks back. The Bearded One and I presumed that this was the replacement series for that so were keen and eager to catch the first instalment.
University already feels like a distant memory but it was less than two months ago that I handed in my final piece of coursework. Since then I feel like a thousand things have happened to me and compared to the three manic years of studying I don’t feel like I’ve achieved very much. And I think I’ve figured out why.
Following on from my recent post about reading for fun, I completed the first book on the list some time ago but am only now getting around to writing about it. So is life! It was Kim Edward’s The Memory Keeper’s Daughter that was first on the pile and it was not my usual cup of tea.
Uni has finished. I have moved house. I have started a new job. I am living with the Bearded One. I have lost two wonderful pets. All in about three week.
And it turns out that real life is much harder A.U. – after uni. Before uni (B.U.) it was get up, go to work, come home, cook dinner, sit in front of the tv, go to bed, repeat. But now I have dreams and goals and aims for my life and friends I want to spend time with and a new home to explore.
I honestly never thought life would be so hard to juggle. And this is not in any way a complaint. I have loved moving away from Bristol, despite leaving my friends and family behind me. I love the fact I can share this wonderful village and countryside with them when they come and visit me, and the fact that when we see each other we will have so much to catch up on. But I miss living with some of my best friends. Granted, I am living with one of them, but the rest are a long way away when you need a girlie catch up.
One thing that has been easier than anticipated is living with the Bearded One. He is a wonderful housemate. He cooks, he cleans, he makes me write when I need to and we can snuggle up together on the sofa in the evening. After two years of long distance where the best we had was Skype it’s something we are still grateful for every night.
But fitting everything in – that’s not going so well yet. We have had a mad weekend of socialising during the annual beer festival that takes place a few miles up the valley. It was great to get to know the Bearded One’s pals up here, and one thing I did miss about uni was having guy friends. I grew up with two big brothers so was always used to having lots of guys around. Everyone is so friendly and lovely up here and after a few ales we were getting along like a house on fire.
A note of sadness is the passing of two of my wonderful pets. First of all, the irrepressible Bean (the bunny) left us very suddenly just before I moved up country. His poor little heart was too full of love and he went during the night. I found him the next morning and the amount of affectionate comments I had from the many people who had met him genuinely touched me. He is greatly missed but I know he’s hopping around with some great company up there. He was joined not so long ago by my parents beautiful German Shepherd Belle, a sprightly puppy of 14 who was put to sleep. She was one of the most beautiful dogs I have ever know and I considered her one of mine even though I never lived with her. I know my parents were devastated by her passing but it was the worst kind of situation where it was the best thing for her. A couple of downs in my crazy valley of a month!
As for writing. The blog has been seriously neglected due to lack of an internet connection. That is somewhat fixed thanks to our lovely next door neighbours being more than generous but it does mean I have felt rather cut off from the blogosphere. The novel is still coming along though. My new goal is to have first draft finished in order to start a new project (or rather reincarnate an old one) for the July Camp Nanowrimo. I’m so close to finishing draft one that I almost want to skip the remaining chapters and go right to the end.
Overall though I’m incredibly happy and at peace right now. It’s the right kind of manic for me and I hope it doesn’t slow down – not really. I mean, life is pretty short, and you have to make the most of it while you have it. Right?
Every now and then a film/book/tv series is released and becomes THE thing to see. It takes over – all of your friends have seen it, it’s on all the social media sites and before you know it there are songs in the charts and merchandise everywhere.
I am one of those people that always misses them. Sometimes it’s because I tried it and I’m not keen (Game of Thrones springs to mind) and sometimes out of pure stubbornness. One of the stubborn moments occurred around the release of Disney’s Frozen. Very quickly it was everywhere, even at university, and I was told time and time again ‘You have to watch this movie’. The song was everywhere, there were quotes thrown around and people were giggling at the concept of Snowmen who wanted to see the summer.