Friday, January 29, 2010


So i've mangafied myself!

Freaky aint it (and yes i do have purple/plumish hair - have I mentioned how much i like that colour lol).

Now do you and post me a link :)

Of course, this has nothing to do with procrastination/boredom at all!!

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

203 things to do before. . .

now i'm not one for lists . . .

Ha! Who am i kidding, my life is a list!

However even though I do make lists, I usually end up ignoring them but i've decided to take a leave out of Hermia's blog and made up alist of things that make my life meaningful etc.

I didn't have a designated number but i came up with 201. Some i've done already which have always been goals of mine (so i've included them). Insane list, i know. I really like some though, like give a stranger a card or leave flowers on a grave. Very Amelie IMO
1. Write a book, which I’m proud of (even if it’s never published)
  1. 2 Be published (at least once)

    3. Write a collection of poems

    4. Have a collection/number/one of poem(s) published

    5. Meet Seamus Heaney

    6. Swim with a dolphin

    7. Skydive/Bungee jump (absolutely petrified of heights)

    8. Ride a rollercoaster (scared of heights)

    9. Have my portrait painted

    10. Learn Latin

    11. Learn and be able to converse in Irish

    12. Be an extra in a film

    13. Go ice skating

    14. Be a member of an audience on TV show

    15. Visit Washington DC (home of the west wing lol)

    16. Learn to dance properly (i.e. waltz etc.)

    17. Fall in love

    18. Ride on the orient express

    19. Learn to play a musical instrument

    20. Learn to play a muse song

    21. Spend a night in a haunted house

    22. See a lunar eclipse

    23. Spend a new years in an exotic (foreign) location

    24. Support and get involved in a cause/charity

    25. Ask someone you just met on a date

    26. Sleep under the stars

    27. Stay up all night for sunrise

    28. Touch a tarantula (I’ve terrible arachnophobia)

    29. Grow a garden

    30. Get to my ‘perfect’ size

    31. Be in a relationship for longer than 10 minutes

    32. Learn to swim

    33. Run in a marathon for charity

    34. Cycle across Ireland

    35. Go up in a hot-air balloon

    36. Go to Glastonbury

    37. Go to Auschwitz

    38. Learn/try skiing

    39. Trace my family ancestry/tree

    40. Visit Niagara Falls

    41. Travel across two continents by train

    42. Visit Canada

    43. Visit Egypt

    44. Visit New Zealand

    45. Visit Japan

    46. Meet people I’ve become friends with on the internet in person (who are not psychos)

    47. Learn to drive

    48. Get my licence

    49. Buy a car

    50. Get my PhD

    51. Meet Joss Whedon

    52. Take art/drawing lessons

    53. Go back to horse ridding

    54. Take up Drama again

    55. Be in a play

    56. Learn photography

    57. Read Harry Potter

    58. Meet Marcus Zusak

    59. Meet Alison Croggon

    60. Meet John Connolly

    61. Stop worrying about things outside of my control

    62. Set foot on all seven continents

    63. Go on safari in Africa

    64. Visit New Orleans

    65. See a broadway/westend musical

    66. Go to Burning Man

    67. See Muse in foreign country (Wembley)

    68. Meet Muse

    69. Visit Jane Austen’s home

    70. Visit Great Wall of China

    71. Become a parent (when I’m thirty something)

    72. Get Married (also in my thirties)

    73. Go to the theatre (not counting Pantos!)

    74. Go to a health spa for a day

    75. Surprise someone

    76. Ask a stranger out on a date

    77. Go whale watching

    78. Visit Machu Picchu/Inca Trail

    79. See the Northern Lights

    80. Visit Poland

    81. Be happy and confident with myself

    82. Go on a holiday/camping trip with horses

    83. Give blood (I’m very squeamish)

    84. Visit Italy

    85. Visit Coliseum and have gladiator moment

    86. Visit Pompeii

    87. Visit Paris

    88. Visit Stonehenge

    89. Visit New Grange on solstice

    90. Buy a homeless person some food

    91. Write an autobiography

    92. Be asked for my ‘autograph’

    93. Horse ride on the beach

    94. Have professional makeover and photo shot

    95. Visit Athens (and ancient Greek sites)

    96. See Pisa and Venice

    97. Visit Iceland

    98. Learn CPR/First aid

    99. Be mean to someone i don't like!

    100. Find perfect pair of jeans (and buy ten)

    101. See the Terracotta Warriors

    102. Carry a donor card

    103. Keep a New Year’s Resolution

    104. Send a *yuck* valentines card

    105. Try to dowse for water

    106. Make a jam

    107. Visit LA, walk along the Hollywood walk of fame

    108. Learn to play poker (properly – match sticks don’t count)

    109. Celebrate New years in New York

    110. Celebrate Mardi Gras in New Orleans

    111. Climb Sydney Harbour Bridge (again terrified of heights)

    112. Stand up for someone/myself

    113. See something on Broadway

    114. Find perfect fountain pen

    115. Cook Christmas Dinner

    116. Kiss under mistletoe

    117. Hide something in a photo frame

    118. Pet a Kangaroo in Australia

    119. Drink a Cosmopolitan in New york

    120. Have a sex on the beach before/after/whilst having ;) on the beach

    121. Wear a real corset

    122. Get a tattoo

    123. Get favourite book signed by favourite author

    124. Fly first class

    125. Be published (in journal) academically

    126. Be published (in book) acadaemically

    127. Own a ‘real’ leather jacket (not a pvc one)

    128. See King tut

    129. Go to comedy festival in Edinburgh

    130. Go to comedy festival in Montreal

    131. Kiss a girl

    132. Take a risk

    133. HS

    134. Get a bikini wax

    135. Get a first degree

  2. 136. Get a first masters

  3. 137. Find out what blood type I am

    138. Go on a blind date

    139. Be able to change a tyre

    140. Receive a love letter/poem

    141. Send a love letter/poem

    142. Learn self-defence/martial art

    143. Visit Russia

    144. Have breakfast at tiffany’s

    145. Read the entire Children’s Britannica

    146. Read the entire Adult’s Britannica

    147. Go out 7 nights in a row

    148. See David Bowie Live

    149. Join a gym

    150. Lose weight/drop dress size

    151. Be a better listener

    152. Overcome a bad habit

    153. Learn to keep proper posture naturally

    154. Find my signature scent

    155. Find a decent foundation/tinted moisturiser

    156. Pretend to be a tourist for a day in Dublin

    157. Write a list of 50 quotes that inspire me

    158. Learn photoshop

    159. Watch all the Land before times (Marathon)

    160. Celebrate a holiday half-a-year later

    161. Don’t drink till I’m 21 (its legal from 18 here)

    162. For one year, take a picture a day

    163. Volunteer

    164. Read all of my books

    165. Try and look nice as much as I can (rather than looking like what my mam nicely puts as ‘looking like a knacker’)

    166. Look good naked

    167. Name something/someone I take for granted and change it

    168. Get down to right %fat

    169. Read Ulysses by James Joyce, and then do Bloomsbury day

    170. Read all Irish writers/poets

    171. Reread Roald Dahl’s Books

    172. ReRead favourite children’s books

    173. Complete FITG

    174. Complete Basic List

    175. Feel like the only woman in the room

    176. Get a taxi in New York

    177. Get a vibrator ;)

    178. Read all the books in Matilda

    179. Inter rail

    180. Take every opportunity that comes my way

    181. Leave flowers on a random grave

    182. Do ‘Amelie’ and take an inanimate object travelling with me

    183. Spend one day ‘unplugged’ from internet AND TV

    184. Keep my ‘unplugged’ weeks

    185. Have a New Year’s kiss

    186. Visit a dude ranch

    187. Learn palmistry/astrology

    188. Ride a Camel

    189. Climb a sand dune

    190. Visit Sydney

    191. Be a vegetarian for a week

    192. Play a video game

    193. Meet up with College/home friends regularly

    194. Leave a stranger a Christmas present at their door

    195. Learn Morse code

    196. Play a didjerydoo

    197. Let a coin decide all my decisions for the day

    198. Do a review/article for my local paper

    199. Live abroad for 6 months

    200. Sleep in a car for the night

    201. Win a competition

202. Trans-siberian Express

203. Capetown- Cairo with Rovos Rail

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Dissident Writers Questionnaire

Ok am still in the process of making the Dissident Writer's blog pretty, but i've made up a questionnaire, if people would like to answer it? Maybe pass it on with a link to the DW Blog?

Whats the DW Blog, you ask? Well following this post about my feelings on writing and conversations with Corra (a fellow DW) i've made up a support group/blog for those of us who find writing isn't the easiest or most pleasurable thing in the world.

So Are you a DW Writer?

Well take a look at our lovely questionnaire below.

1. You read the following comment and react in the following way:

"I absolutely love to write, if I couldn't write - I would die"

a. Agree completely, you feel the exact same way!

b. You 'get' the comment, you love to write!

c. You don't get this statement at all, writing is this strange masochistic tendency you seem to have to perform - being a dominatrix would be much more profitable and feasible career!

2. You consider the question "Why do you write?" and answer:

a. I love it, writing is my life and my only true vocation! It is my absolutely dreamjob and i love every moment of it - even when its hard and awful - i wouldn't have it any other way. I live for my stories and characters

b. I have a story to tell, maybe more than one. I love to write, and explore my characters and their plots. Although I could live without writing, I don't want to.

c. I don't know. I just have to - its terribly annoying itch that i have to scratch. Seriously I don't know why i bother writing, everything i write is complete crap.

3. You post a piece online or give it to a beta reader or critique group and get constructive criticism. How do you react:

a. Hurt. It feels sort of like a personal attack because you know you've worked hard on this piece and you love your characters and plot so much. You realise though that you need to take it all on board to be a better writer.

b. It stings a bit, but you look at your piece and evaluate their advice/critique and make your own judgement on your work.

c. You feel like you've been ripped apart for about three seconds, asking 'how could they say that?!?' then you realise they are all completely right, that you are a FOOL to write such garbage and decide to delete it all/store in a secret place because you are so ashamed! You consider bribing mods of SYW forums to make your posted piece 'disappear' forever.

4. How do you find the writing progress:

a. Absolutely amazing. I love writing so much, it all flows so quickly. Before you know it I've written the first draft and am really happy with it. I know that editing will be hard - but after writing 2-3000 words a day, i really don't mind. I just can't wait to start on my next book. . .

b. I have a routine. I really enjoy writing but I usually lay out a plan first, then start the first draft. Sometimes i get stuck in parts, but i know that i don't have to write amazingly well the first time round, and plod along - getting my words down. Seeing the word count go up every day gives me a great feeling.

c. Pure hell. I've been staring at this page for six hours - i've written 200 words and deleted them - everything i write is utter crap. Writing is like having my nails pulled one by one, yet i keep going. Seriously Masochism does not cover it! I don't feel satisfied with my writing - never ever - even if my word count gets higher every day, i know its all awful

5. One of your writing habits are:

a. Thinking of your characters constantly - conversing with them etc. You absolutely love them and their universe and let them guide you through writing.

b. BIC - butt in chair. you have a routine and you keep to it. Your only problem is that you wish you had more BIC time because you really get into a stride during these sessions.

c. Delete button is you bestest friend in the whole world. After you die and presumable museum is erected to honour your masterpieces - you plan on there being no 'evidence' of first/second/third drafts. Even if this means you never get past 200 words of your WIP



You are the complete and utter opposite to a DW. Your cheeriness and love of writing makes us shrivel up like vampires in the sun. Be happy in the knowledge that you love what you are doing and will more than likely succeed in writing a huge body of great work (like Ray Bradbury)

“Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.” - Ray Bradbury


You are a calm, self assured lover of writing. You are aware of the negative side (intellectually) but in your heart you are a writer and love being one. You are balanced in your thoughts and feelings, but really enjoy what you're doing. So, you are not a DW - perhaps in moments of Writer's block you might cross the line and dip the toe into our pool of crazy - but only for a short time.

“Whether or not you write well, write bravely” - Bill Stout


Aw welcome fellow DW!! I think you'll like it here very much. You don't know why you write, its an unanswerable question that hangs over you as you push and strain (like a woman giving birth) to write a single sentence that you won't delete. You feel defective as a writer because you don't feel that 'love' that many writer's speak of. Your relationship to writing is a love/hate one, where you come out feeling stressed, drained and usually drunk after an argument with it. You think you are alone, a freak but you're not!

“Writing a novel is like making love, but it's also like having a tooth pulled. Pleasure and pain. Sometimes it's like making love while having a tooth pulled.” Dean Koontz

Friday, January 22, 2010

Thoughts on writing

I was taking a wander over the blogosphere and happened onto a 'confession' post by Corra, which really hit home for me. Essentially i could have written this post - she summed up my feelings and thoughts on writing exactly!

(Hopefully she won't mind me quoting her)

I have no idea why I want to do it for a living. I really don’t. It exhausts me. There are so many stories and ideas in my head it pours out on paper sometimes. I think it would be the same if I were a painter or a sculptor. But does that mean anything? The rare outpouring? Most days I sit at the computer and wonder what the hell I was thinking when I decided to ‘become a writer.’ Nothing comes out.

I delete pretty much everything I write, and I rarely enjoy the writing process. It’s like looking at an ugly sculpture for three hours – and knowing you sculpted it!!

So when I read ‘I HAVE to be a writer! If I couldn't write, I’d die’ all over blogs – I question my authenticity. I haven’t got a raging passion for writing, any more than I have a raging passion for doing laundry. I have passion for literature, art, poetry, but creating it makes me nervous, and I never think much of my work. I usually feel inferior to other writers because I frown through the process and half the time (three quarters of the time) delete my words.

So what is it to be a writer for me? A constant climb. An irritating inclination, an exhausting obsession, an ‘I-wish-I-didn’t-have-a-computer’ plague that for some reason will not leave me.

Just once I wish someone would tell me, ‘I hate writing and I have no idea why I do it. I just can’t stop.’
Seeing her post, also reminded me of a topic we have been discussing on the WC forum - 'Why do we write?'

Here is what i said :

Sometimes i wonder this too, i've had writers block for the past 6 months. I've agonised over staring at a blank page, writing 200words, erasing 200 words and ending up with 0wordcount to show for it at the end of each day.

I've bought dozens of books about outlining, just to realise that i never outlined anything in my life, why am i forcing a different way of writing. Why am i not doing something else? something that comes easier? that is more likely to be a career!

i could ask a dozen of these questions. The reason i write isn't cause i love it, cause i'm not at the point where i find writing or should i say telling a story (well) easy, i'm not at the point where my work has even been validated and sometimes i really hate having this want to write.

So, why do i write?

Because if i'm being perfectly honest, i really . . . don't know.

I guess like you said its for the magic factor - when someone goes out of their way to contact you out of the blue to say they thought your piece (which you thought was utter crap) was brilliant

As Dean Koontz says
“Writing a novel is like making love, but it's also like having a tooth pulled. Pleasure and pain. Sometimes it's like making love while having a tooth pulled.”
On a personal note, its nice to know i'm not alone in thinking/feeling this way. Curious to know 'Why do you write' or how you feel about the writing progress?



The bane of my existence! Seriously, it is now a daily occurance that my anti-virus software goes ape-shit detecting viruses. Then, i run my three hour long scans and find like 20 more!! Am on a virus hitlist or something!?!?!

Thank Dieu, i don't have credit card or do banking online!

Don't ask me why the french!

Monday, January 18, 2010

Blog Award

Corra McFeydon was kind enough to give me her personally made blog award - Sweet!

So here is the rules of this award:

Please accept the 'Creative Writer Award' with no strings attached. You can post it within an awards page, sidebar, or new post; you can link it to me and pass it on to writers you know who host writing blogs, or you can simply read this note with my thanks attached and do nothing further. This is just intended as a gesture to further the premise 'writer' within 'blogger.' I'd love to see more writers acknowledged for the craft! Because we all are writers:

So heres my list of Blogwriters:

All things Moorhawke


A Chick Named Hermia

As the Plot Thickens

Diary of a Chalet Girl

First Three Chapters

Making the Strychnine taste like Raspberry Tea


Red Lemonade

White Rabbit NI

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Prologue WIP2

So not to jinx myself *touch wood* but i've finally started writing again! Inspired by the strange short story (which i wrote before and posted on AW), i'm planning on writing a very odd novel-length (i hope) yoke. I've started the prologue, currently at 612 words (wow, i know amazing but its taken me like 3 hours to write that. unbelievable slow i know.)

Complete crap at the moment, but thats the plan - going to pen the bones of it first, then flesh it out and possible edit it till kingdom come!

This song (any BSG fans out there?) is what i've been listening to on repeat, may give an indication of the mood of this section. Absolutely love it.

Monday, January 11, 2010


Saw this on the news, and the utube video on whiterabbits blog.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Snow Novelty

The novel childlike wonder of the snow has officially bloody passed!

Yesterday, like Ernest Shackleton, i left the sweet sauna comfort of my comfy apartment to bear the elements of this frozen hell (seriously we're in the minuses!!) to meet my friend As. for lunch.

A very treacherous journey indeed, i tell ya, full of snowball throwing Hoodies, skate-rink iced paths and roads and plenty of bum bruising!

Clutching my shopping bags, walking like a squatting penguin, I finally made it back to the sauna. Just as a nice fog set in.

All because we've no money for a bit of salt and grit!

Monday, January 4, 2010

#1 MicroMonday

The bride-to-be sat beside me, as her cackling ladies-in-pink continue down the train searching for seats. I smile politely as we exchange pleasantries.

I want quiet, she wants chat.

I nod and smile in pain. She prattles joyfully on and on and on about her life, her fiancé and their future together. . .

The train jolts, she touches her hair.

The penny drops and she notices my change.

She smiles with her mouth, not her eyes now before she whispers

“I think it’s important to talk of living when you’re dying”

The train keeps moving.

She never says another word.

First attempted at Microfiction (around 100 words). Slightly embarrassed posting this and to be honest not entirely happy with it but i'm trying to stop myself from being my own worst enemy with the writing and make myself post stuff. Hopefully shall be a weekly event (and improve as i go along).

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