Welcome one and all on (no doubt) your segway from productivity! If you’re desperate to procrastinate successfully – which I’m sure you are as you’re already on this site rather than working – then you’ve come to the right place. The good news is, you’re already making good progress by not working and reading this instead. Jolly good! Shall we start?
Every time I look at a photo from a few years ago or reminisc about old stories with friends, I realise how much we’ve changed in just a few years. I’m sure in a few more years, I’ll be noticing much more prominent changes between our twenties and thirties. But, for now I’m just going to share some of the amusing thoughts I had not so long ago.
This week, I’m lucky enough to hage a guest post from Lucy Mitchell, thriller writer and blog author of BlondeWriteMore.
If you’re a writer and you haven’t visited Lucy’s blog yet, you must! Her hilarious, wonderful and candid posts include tales of terrible feedback from loved ones, tips to get your creativity flowing and occassional agony aunt responses.
She has been kind enough to share her thoughts on a weakness of many writers: the Twitter Break!
Last week, the finale of Wayward Pines aired and it did not disappoint! It was filled with discoveries, shockers and death – much like an average day of adulthood :| Sure, we could talk about the overarching meaning about life and the future in WP. Or, we could just use it to complain about getting older…
[EXTRA WARNING: SERIOUSLY, LIKE THE WHOLE PLOT SPOILERS]
Yesterday I finished the first draft of a children’s book that I have been writing for well over a year! Technically, this is ‘draft 11’ but every time I’ve got to the final few chapters I’ve freaked out and started all over again. But this time, I can finally present my first complete draft. Hurrah! I have been waiting for this moment for months, just imagining how it would feel. However, when it finally came, it was not what I expected…
I’m in the early stages of my relationship with Vietnam. Things are still all beautiful and rosey, not a sign of a break-up in sight. I’d like to save these moments and the things I love about my new home town, so that when one of those inevitable I-hate-everything days comes along, I can remind myself why I’m here.
Whenever there is any kind of argument in one of my classes, it’s solved with a game of ‘rock, paper, scissors’. Yet, however much the kids play it, I still can’t wrap my head around why any of it makes sense. Here’s what I reckon the objects think of it…
Quite honestly, we’re fed up of your shit! You’ve taken advantage of us for long enough. We’ve been putting up with your drama for one-hundred-and-thirteen pages and we just can’t take it anymore. We’re characters too and we all have lives of our own. However, due to your greedy possession of the plot, these lives cease to exist, literally. Here’s a list of our discrepancies: