My blog posts have been rather thin on the ground of late (insert snow related joke) and the reason for this is because I have taken a hit recently; something has gotten the better of me - something that I thought would never have the chance to get the better of me. No, it's not the swine, it is writer's block.
Yes, writer's block has knocked me for six and I am at a loss as to how to resolve the issue. See, I never thought I would ever be a writer and thus never thought I would be suffering from said affliction. I mean, I am not saying that I am a literary genius or anything (Good old Dr. Seuss' got that covered) but I suppose I do 'write'. I am 'writing' now. Actually, I am typing - I thought I should be honest. I do wish I was scrawling with an inky quill in a leather bound note pad though (with only the light of my solitary candle to see by, and an old dog for company). That ain't the case though, so lets not get sentimental about it, now where was I... Ah. Writer's block.
It came as rather a shock the first time I realised what had happened. I sat down at my desk, with a cup of steaming coffee in hand and my creative head on, all ready to bash out another humorous-yet-clever-with-a-hint-of-melancholy post for you all to get your teeth into when suddenly my brain froze. Actually, just one part of my brain froze (the bit that comes up with the humorous-yet-clever-with-a... you know the drill), the rest of it went BESERK. I had no idea what was going on! Why couldn't I write anything?? Why couldn't I THINK of anything to write?? I tell you, the experience is not a nice one. I shouldn't wish it upon anyone (except maybe Piers Morgan).
I am still in the throws of this affliction. Yes yes I know I am writing this but this doesn't count as I am talking about my writer's block, and not actually writing about anything else - you see! It has taken over my brain. Argghh. In fact, I am even running out of things to write about writer's block...this is a very sorry state of affairs.
Send your remedies this way please. Let's have this sorted by Christmas, eh? That's the spirit.
Friday, 24 December 2010
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
...a couch potato
The fact that I have not written a blog post since November sort of sums up this post before I even write a second sentence. It has been a hectic few months to say the least (Santa has got nothing on me). However, term is over and I am finally home in the beautiful north, sitting back in the comforts of my family home - not a grimy carpet or empty cupboard in sight. There is a Christmas tree waiting to be decorated and hours of christmas tv to emerse myself in.
Yet, before I sink into the sofa for good, I feel I need to take a few moments to look back over my final ever 'first term' and come to some conclusions about it (I am a terribly pensive creature at times).
September to December has been a bit of a rollercoaster ride - but a rollercoaster ride at flamingo land, that is essentially a bit shit. There was a mini high when I got back to uni, followed by a massive low when my loan didn't come in, then a slow incline, another high and finally it sort of petered out on the home straight.
You may liken it to the X-factor live shows - mini high on the eve of the first show, massive low when you realised you had 10 more weeks to get through, a slow incline as you realised Wagner was progressing much further than anyone could have hoped, another high as Katie Waissel was finally give the boot, and then it sort of petered out when you remembered you could just wait for the result each week to filter through your facebook news feed.
Ok, so I may be trivialising things a little bit; the tiredness that hit in the home straight has dulled the highs a bit, yet thinking back, I have had quite an extraordinary term.
Back in september, I was given a show to present on the student radio station, which has resulted in me interviewing ridiculously brilliant people and gaining work experience at a REAL LIFE radio station (student radio does not fall under this category). I also got a job at the Students Union. Yes people, this was a highlight. Call me a Loser and a Nerd if you want but the SU really helped me - financially and otherwise (I learnt how to drink enough so that you are able to fall down stairs).
On a more serious note though, I did sign up for an Open-mic Night and successfully navigated my way through 2 songs in front of a silly amount of people. I love singing, but singing in front of people is something I don't do; I just don't. But I did that night, and it was the most amazing feeling in the world. And I shall do it again. And I might just tell people about it this time...but that is a big might.
So whilst I did struggle with money, and had a schedule that resembled that of an elf's in Santa's grotto who ballsed up the List two days before christmas, I have actually had a really great few months. I am pleased that in my third year at Royal Hollway (aka the bubble) I have not been slitting my wrists and praying for the day that I can escape the place, but rather making the most of these last few months we have in the safety net that is education.
Right, so some conclusions have been made, and a blog post has been written. Now to write that essay, read a few plays and get to the gym. I guess I wont be sinking into the sofa just yet then...
Yet, before I sink into the sofa for good, I feel I need to take a few moments to look back over my final ever 'first term' and come to some conclusions about it (I am a terribly pensive creature at times).
September to December has been a bit of a rollercoaster ride - but a rollercoaster ride at flamingo land, that is essentially a bit shit. There was a mini high when I got back to uni, followed by a massive low when my loan didn't come in, then a slow incline, another high and finally it sort of petered out on the home straight.
You may liken it to the X-factor live shows - mini high on the eve of the first show, massive low when you realised you had 10 more weeks to get through, a slow incline as you realised Wagner was progressing much further than anyone could have hoped, another high as Katie Waissel was finally give the boot, and then it sort of petered out when you remembered you could just wait for the result each week to filter through your facebook news feed.
Ok, so I may be trivialising things a little bit; the tiredness that hit in the home straight has dulled the highs a bit, yet thinking back, I have had quite an extraordinary term.
Back in september, I was given a show to present on the student radio station, which has resulted in me interviewing ridiculously brilliant people and gaining work experience at a REAL LIFE radio station (student radio does not fall under this category). I also got a job at the Students Union. Yes people, this was a highlight. Call me a Loser and a Nerd if you want but the SU really helped me - financially and otherwise (I learnt how to drink enough so that you are able to fall down stairs).
On a more serious note though, I did sign up for an Open-mic Night and successfully navigated my way through 2 songs in front of a silly amount of people. I love singing, but singing in front of people is something I don't do; I just don't. But I did that night, and it was the most amazing feeling in the world. And I shall do it again. And I might just tell people about it this time...but that is a big might.
So whilst I did struggle with money, and had a schedule that resembled that of an elf's in Santa's grotto who ballsed up the List two days before christmas, I have actually had a really great few months. I am pleased that in my third year at Royal Hollway (aka the bubble) I have not been slitting my wrists and praying for the day that I can escape the place, but rather making the most of these last few months we have in the safety net that is education.
Right, so some conclusions have been made, and a blog post has been written. Now to write that essay, read a few plays and get to the gym. I guess I wont be sinking into the sofa just yet then...
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