Eternal Thoughts and Words

So, here we are. Somehow we have arrived at the year 2017. The year that Donald Trump will become president. The year I turn twenty-one. The year that everyone in the world is hoping against hope that this year isn't as shitty as the one that preceded it. I understand that 2016 wasn't bad for everyone. Some people will have met the love of their lives, or maybe had children, perhaps gotten a new job or just had a happy year in general. Good for those guys. I do think it's fair to say, that for society in general at least, 2016 brought with it political mayhem, a rise of nationalism and what seemed like the systematic destruction of dearly beloved celebrities. These are not good themes for a year to be remembered by. The theme I'm hoping to create in 2017 is trying. This year, I intend to try and become less invested in goings on in the world that I can't exactly change. I'm not going to stop caring, of course, but hopefully I will find a way in which I ca...

There are many things I can pride myself on, although I am struggling to think of anything right now. Maybe there's just some things that I'm less ashamed of than others. One thing that regularly comes top of my 'things I don't like about myself list' is my inability to stick on one project and not get sidetracked. This month, instead of rocketing up and up towards my 50,000 word November novel word count, I found myself playing Skyrim remastered, and a lot of it at that. Even though my lovely Mage Aurelia is now Arch-Mage with enough destruction points to burn down a small village in seconds, my pitiful attempt at the start of a novel remains sat far down in my Google Docs archive, unopened for at least three weeks. So, once again, I've found myself declaring this attempt at novel writing a complete and utter failure. But, it's okay. These things do happen. As the great, inspirational philosophers in Chumbawamba once said, 'I get knocked down but I g...

I've just recently found out about National Novel Writing Month and immediately, I knew I had to be a part of it. The campaign brings authors, both budding and established, from all of the world to write furiously for a month together. The problem I find when writing is that, since I never have a deadline, I often find myself doing other things instead. Sometimes, those gaps can span months and months, and by the time I remember my little project, I'll have thought of something new to start and subsequently forget about. This is where NaNoWriMo comes in. I'm going try my very best to write and post as many updates as I can. Keep up with my word count progress here . I would love for anyone who reads this to give me feedback, positive and negative alike, so hopefully I can improve as a writer. (Keep the criticism constructive, please. I'm a sensitive soul.) I may be cheating slightly, using an idea I had already started on a while ago, but whatever. I won't tel...

Amazed, happy, proud; some of the words that could describe how you feel after finding out your dad has become a published author, albeit, self-published. Shocked, distraught, mortified; some of the words to describe when you find out it’s porn. The beautiful artwork from Book 1 This is how Jamie Morton felt after receiving an email containing his Dad’s most deep and dark desires which, for some reason, occur solely within the pots and pans industry. Jamie had done something that I’m sure we’re all guilty of, he had ignored this message from his Dad for several weeks. Although we all face some kind of karma for doing this, such as a passive aggressive ‘Oh, so you are alive after all?’ next time you ring Mum up, what happened to Jamie was far worse. His Dad had self-published his erotic novella on Amazon.  The whole world could see inside the mind of Jamie’s Dad, under the ever-so-sexy pen name, Rocky Flintstone. Instead of doing the sensible thing and m...