Working hard or hardly working?
I've been a bit of a recluse recently.
I've been desperately trying to get the sequel of The Girl With Nine Lives finished, and now the fun stuff is just round the corner I'm having trouble concentrating. There's shiny things to see! Eyebrows to pluck, fake tan to be applied, the washing needs doing, I should do my work out, maybe I should read the news- anything to get out of writing. My laptop sits at my desk next to the window waiting for me to get on with it.
But now I'm close to the finish line and I'm getting more excited. The book covers are coming, promotion is organised, and a whole set of wonderful readers are asking for the next instalment.
It's also my birthday this weekend and I'm finding it difficult not peruse through the online shopping pages instead of staying focused!
I return to work at the college the end of August and I'm nervous as well as excited! A whole new class of English students to teach, and a whole year's worth of experience under my belt to put into use. I absolutely love education and I am so in awe of people that pursue it. I wish sometimes that I could go back and redo my GCSEs, but what's done is done. I left school with 5 C's and above and I was really proud of myself. Our school wasn't the best- in fact it was one of the roughest in my town. Memories of having my bag thrown up in a tree, teachers crying and being locked in cupboards are just some of the memories that I link to the words, "Alderman Smith".
But I am not ashamed where I came from. At that school you didn't learn much in the sense of education, but you learnt survival skills. My fella did very well in school and I blushed hearing of his accomplishments and then repeating my own. I then reminded myself that I shouldn't be embarrassed- I went to University, completed my Degree, returned (to be unemployed for some time) but I bounced back and now I teach English and have two published books under my belt.
It's important having someone to support you as you work to pursue your dreams and endeavours. My writing is just that. I'm lucky enough to have the love and support from someone who I respect and adore. And true, his way of support is a grunted, "well done" or a strict, "do your word count", but it's what I need. It makes me determined to make him jump up one day and run down to Waterstones to buy my latest book. It makes me work hard, always striving and pushing and improving.
Which reminds me... I should probably get on with this word count....
http://www.amazon.com/Lives-Adventures-Benedict-Blackwell-ebook/dp/B00DACVG2G/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1375130554&sr=1-1
I've been desperately trying to get the sequel of The Girl With Nine Lives finished, and now the fun stuff is just round the corner I'm having trouble concentrating. There's shiny things to see! Eyebrows to pluck, fake tan to be applied, the washing needs doing, I should do my work out, maybe I should read the news- anything to get out of writing. My laptop sits at my desk next to the window waiting for me to get on with it.
But now I'm close to the finish line and I'm getting more excited. The book covers are coming, promotion is organised, and a whole set of wonderful readers are asking for the next instalment.
It's also my birthday this weekend and I'm finding it difficult not peruse through the online shopping pages instead of staying focused!
I return to work at the college the end of August and I'm nervous as well as excited! A whole new class of English students to teach, and a whole year's worth of experience under my belt to put into use. I absolutely love education and I am so in awe of people that pursue it. I wish sometimes that I could go back and redo my GCSEs, but what's done is done. I left school with 5 C's and above and I was really proud of myself. Our school wasn't the best- in fact it was one of the roughest in my town. Memories of having my bag thrown up in a tree, teachers crying and being locked in cupboards are just some of the memories that I link to the words, "Alderman Smith".
But I am not ashamed where I came from. At that school you didn't learn much in the sense of education, but you learnt survival skills. My fella did very well in school and I blushed hearing of his accomplishments and then repeating my own. I then reminded myself that I shouldn't be embarrassed- I went to University, completed my Degree, returned (to be unemployed for some time) but I bounced back and now I teach English and have two published books under my belt.
It's important having someone to support you as you work to pursue your dreams and endeavours. My writing is just that. I'm lucky enough to have the love and support from someone who I respect and adore. And true, his way of support is a grunted, "well done" or a strict, "do your word count", but it's what I need. It makes me determined to make him jump up one day and run down to Waterstones to buy my latest book. It makes me work hard, always striving and pushing and improving.
Which reminds me... I should probably get on with this word count....
http://www.amazon.com/Lives-Adventures-Benedict-Blackwell-ebook/dp/B00DACVG2G/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1375130554&sr=1-1
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