Sunday, 23 February 2014
More emotion.
Sorry for potentially turning you into the emotional wreck that I am today, but this is also important. And brilliantly put.
Hunting Season
This is what my next short fiction piece is about, I'll post it up when I've finished it and handed it in to my tutor.
Sunday, 9 February 2014
Writing
So in case y'all didn't know, I am currently at Keele University reading English with Creative Writing and I therefore do a lot of reading and writing.
Last semester for a 'Poetry through Practice' module, we were asked to write a poem per fortnight and submit them in a portfolio at the end of the module.
This semester, I have a 'Fiction through Practice' module that requires me to write 500 words of short fiction per week, leading up to a 2,500-3,000 word short story to be handed in at the end of the module.
A few of the people on my course have been putting their work up on their blogs, so I figure I might do the same, if that's alright with you guys?
I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to comment on any of it - constructive criticism is just as good as praise people! :)
<3
N.B.
1. Reading list has been updated. Don't be disappointed in me! I know it's only another 4 or so crossed off, but I have also read: Moll Flanders, Cranford, Mrs Dalloway, (half of) The Hours, The Merchant of Venice, Oroonoko, The Measures Taken, The Island (Byron), The Island (from The Township Plays), Wuthering Heights (again -_-), and excessive amounts of poetry, all for my first semester at Uni. I finished The Tempest, which is the first play for this semester, last night. On top of all that, I have read The Mortal Instruments series up to about half way through book four, and I recently read and reviewed the manuscript of Moonfall by Vanessa Morton, which is being published soon-ish.
So please don't be disappointed in me for only crossing off another four from my reading list!! D:
2. Taking dictaphone notes from my Fiction seminar last week - seminar leader comments he keeps coming back to the idea of writing about someone who wakes up with their legs on fire.... Doubt any of us will be falling asleep in class any time soon...
Last semester for a 'Poetry through Practice' module, we were asked to write a poem per fortnight and submit them in a portfolio at the end of the module.
This semester, I have a 'Fiction through Practice' module that requires me to write 500 words of short fiction per week, leading up to a 2,500-3,000 word short story to be handed in at the end of the module.
A few of the people on my course have been putting their work up on their blogs, so I figure I might do the same, if that's alright with you guys?
I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to comment on any of it - constructive criticism is just as good as praise people! :)
<3
N.B.
1. Reading list has been updated. Don't be disappointed in me! I know it's only another 4 or so crossed off, but I have also read: Moll Flanders, Cranford, Mrs Dalloway, (half of) The Hours, The Merchant of Venice, Oroonoko, The Measures Taken, The Island (Byron), The Island (from The Township Plays), Wuthering Heights (again -_-), and excessive amounts of poetry, all for my first semester at Uni. I finished The Tempest, which is the first play for this semester, last night. On top of all that, I have read The Mortal Instruments series up to about half way through book four, and I recently read and reviewed the manuscript of Moonfall by Vanessa Morton, which is being published soon-ish.
So please don't be disappointed in me for only crossing off another four from my reading list!! D:
2. Taking dictaphone notes from my Fiction seminar last week - seminar leader comments he keeps coming back to the idea of writing about someone who wakes up with their legs on fire.... Doubt any of us will be falling asleep in class any time soon...
Wednesday, 5 February 2014
'Neck nominations'
This is how my wonderful university is responding to the 'neck nomination' craze, and I think it's brilliant!
I have helped my friend Elliot do his good deed today, and I am challenging all of my gorgeous followers to have a go at this if you get nominated for a 'neck nomination'.
Spread the love :)
The Famous Brother
Unpublished post from yonks ago:
There is something very disconcerting in reading an article about one's own brother.
For that moment, the interviewer is not only with him while I am not, but they are then more informed about his current life than I am.
When I was born, my brother was 14 years old and already a budding chef. Almost 18 years later, he is the Executive Pastry Chef et Le Bernardin in New York. Not only that, but he was recently named one of the top pastry chefs in New York. Pretty darn cool, right?
I am so, so proud of him, and so very happy for him. He truly deserves to be recognised for the hard work that he has consistently put in to every aspect of his work. But... he's my brother. And despite the many articles and interviews with him(I have officially lost count), I am still disconcerted by the way they write about the man who used to read me stories and sit me up on a chair next to him as he made his class-A meringues.
The articles are filled with delicious and beautifully presented dishes, which - despite direct experience of Laurie's creations during my childhood - continually astonish mum and I every time we see them. Not that we doubt him, but seriously, have you seen this stuff?! How does a human being do anything this cool?
There is something very disconcerting in reading an article about one's own brother.
For that moment, the interviewer is not only with him while I am not, but they are then more informed about his current life than I am.
When I was born, my brother was 14 years old and already a budding chef. Almost 18 years later, he is the Executive Pastry Chef et Le Bernardin in New York. Not only that, but he was recently named one of the top pastry chefs in New York. Pretty darn cool, right?
I am so, so proud of him, and so very happy for him. He truly deserves to be recognised for the hard work that he has consistently put in to every aspect of his work. But... he's my brother. And despite the many articles and interviews with him(I have officially lost count), I am still disconcerted by the way they write about the man who used to read me stories and sit me up on a chair next to him as he made his class-A meringues.
The articles are filled with delicious and beautifully presented dishes, which - despite direct experience of Laurie's creations during my childhood - continually astonish mum and I every time we see them. Not that we doubt him, but seriously, have you seen this stuff?! How does a human being do anything this cool?
But this is Laurie we are talking about. And he is the king of cool. The rest of our family are just weirdos.
Oh balderdash.
I really am shit at this blogging deal, aren't I?
Well, fuckledoodledoo to me.
Sorry.
Sincerest apologies for all my mega-failings.
I hope y'all are enjoying life.
I will try to remember to blog soon.
Honest.
Well, fuckledoodledoo to me.
Sorry.
Sincerest apologies for all my mega-failings.
I hope y'all are enjoying life.
I will try to remember to blog soon.
Honest.
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