The Writer's Tale

So I’m reading this.

It’s both simultaneously amazing and awful. Amazing because it’s Doctor Who, and it’s writing. It’s Russell T Davies explaining his process and his ideas and how he gets it done and why he does it. Awful because it’s Russell T Davies explaining how hard it is, and how manic he gets. How it only gets done because he smokes 50 cigarettes and gets drunk and doesn’t see his boyfriend for 2 months and hates everything. It’s an amazing writer being human and normal and a bit fucked. And I’m reading it and I’m thinking, well fuck. Go and get a job in mining or something, being creative is terrible.

Hello and welcome to my blog 2012. I’m not even going to explain why I haven’t been writing since November because it’s boring and mundane. I will give you a list of things I’ve done since we last spoke, which is also boring and mundane, and does in part explain my silence, but at least looks like I’ve achieved some stuff.

- Made the trailer for “Magic Inc”, entered it into the competition, didn’t win. Got a bit down about that, then got over it a bit too.

- started trying out some more comedy stuff on my twitter, rather than always whingeing about stuff
- whinged about stuff on my twitter

- Made the decision to move away from my home city to a rather small and far away town.

- Moved house (not to the small and far away town, not yet)

-       It’s funny how those words, “moved house” just don’t even a little bit cover the weeks of stress and madness, the look on your boyfriend’s face as you ask him to carry a fridge down the stairs, the pain of dealing with a real estate agent who thinks you owe them money, knowing you are going to lose that battle inevitably, and the kind of sweat only moving furniture can induce.

- moved in with my boyfriend, he’s nice

- Quit my job in order to facilitate aforementioned small town move (still working there, till March)

- Got really drunk too many times

- Bought a car

-       yes, that’s a thing I have done with all the insanity of sorting out insurance and rego and oh my god I bought a car

- Christmas

- New Years
- bought vintage clothes and some new shoes despite being poorer than I’ve been in years (please see earlier entry, “Bought a car”)

- watched a lot of TV

So, yeah. Russell T Davies is making me feel all sorts of things about writing that I haven’t stopped to feel before. All year I’ve been slowly thinking about how fun it would be to write and now here I am, about to embark on a crazy country town adventure, where I will actually have time and space to write and all I can think is actually maybe I want to work in a bank. Also Ianto. Fuck you Davies, fuck you.

But in spite of all these doubts I’ve got big plans for the blog in the new year. Oh I know everyone says that, but I think we’ve already established that I don’t give a fuck if my ventures don’t quite happen the way I planned, or if I, for example, quietly give up on the weekly challenges without telling anyone. So at the moment what I’m thinking is MOAR BLOGS – a few a week, with a sort of plan in mind for how often but without the strict Monday deadline. Something like, about 3 a week and there’ll always be one on a Sunday or something. I want there to be a few kinds of blogs – comedy, rant, review, amusing horoscopes, also I’m going to vlog. I’m thinking challenges may stay and possibly there’ll be one a week entitled “Country/Girl” that track my trials and tribulations as a city girl suddenly jobless and alone in Dalby.

This is Dalby:

Thanks for dropping by. x