Not a lot of book was written. My Feminst Wedding Tuesday 3rd April So I feel a little like I have buggered up the momentum I got going last week. It has been a very slow start this morning as I also hadn’t dealt with my emails, applied for any jobs or done any admin stuff … Continue reading Diary Of Being A Writer; Week Five
This diary and you, keeping me accountable. D'Arenberg Cube. Not where we had lunch. Friday, 23th of MarchGot up early to write but the whole work/money thing is still bothering me, and although I am getting some casual work it is not regular or reliable, so I instead applied for some jobs I don’t really … Continue reading Diary of Being A Writer; Week Four
Target 5000 Words. Friday 16th March Okay, I had legitimate reasons for not writing today. I had a job interview. Really. Not one that actually requires either my Masters degree or even my Honours degree, in fact, I don’t even need a Bachelors for this. At least it is an ethical job, and it is part … Continue reading Diary Of Being A Writer; Week Three.
Friday, March 9th So things have got a bit sticky. I am using my personal experiences of doing stand up to base my story on. Having studied psychology and suffered depression, I am acutely aware that my memory is extremely unreliable. Luckily I have always written lots of journals, and I have kept my old … Continue reading Diary of Being a Writer; Week 2
March 1st So they say just write. So today I did, but it was still tough. I extended my repertoire of procrastination to include essential bits of research like how much we got paid for stand up back in the eighties. Like I couldn’t have put ??? and come back to it later? Nope, I had to … Continue reading Diary Of Being A Writer; Week One
Okay, so we all know the cliche of we all have a novel in us. Or we think we do, if only we had the time, we would write it. Well, I am putting my money where my mouth is and attempting to write it. I have just finished a Masters degree, and apparently, that … Continue reading On Writing My Novel
I love writing; I want to be a writer. But then again doesn’t everyone? I even have writer listed on my business card and my Linked In page. Technically I am a writer; I even get paid for it. I get paid to write about sex. The terrible truth is that I am bored of … Continue reading My Biggest Fear…Mediocrity.