The last few days has been very hit and miss. In fact, I’ll start with the miss as the list of hits that will finish this blog will make me feel less sucky about my progress at the moment.
Ok, here it goes. I did not do much writing since completing the 21st chapter. Actually, telling a lie, I didn’t really complete it, as there still needs to be one or two more paragraphs that will lead up to the largest final battle scene. The ideas are there (vaguely), but it’s just the process of writing that is putting me off. I know this is very ironic as I am writing right now, but as I’ve explained in earlier blogs, writing in a journal is different to writing a chapter. In a journal, you can write whatever the hell you like without worrying what other people are going to think. For example, I could have one or two spelling errors in this blog and perhaps one or two of the sentences might not flow so well, but the people reading this blog will not judge this entry too harshly. Whereas, with a novel, a publisher (or a very picky reader) will judge it like the Strictly Come Dancing judges judging a ropey dancer. Yes, every detail counts. If there is one spelling error or a sentence is a bit meh, it will go straight in the reject pile.
Birmingham David tells me that I’m just burnt out from writing every single day. In fact, I would say it is very true. I have been writing for nine months (including uni work) non-stop. After university finished, I went straight into novel writing, as it was something I wanted to do. In the words of our Dave, “you need a holiday”. Yes, Dave I would happily jet off to Thailand or Goa for a week…if I had the cash.
On the Hit side…I finally received my certificate on Thursday! I wasn’t sure if it was going to arrive as we need to send a copy of our passport and a recent letter to Student Office confirm our identity and address. The only recent letter that is not a bank statement was one from Student Loans, sent last year. I panicked a little when a woman sent me an email telling me that I need to send a more recent letter. But I held my ground when I told her that it was the only letter that does not have my bank details. Annoyingly, there was no response for a few days and I was wondering if they were ever going to post my degree. Luckily, my next door neighbour dropped by and handed my mum a recorded parcel. I knew from the card board that it was my degree. My heart leapt as I ripped open the seal and saw the Times Roman print of “University of Wolverhampton”. I showed my dad that night, who told me it was the best present I could ever give him. Yes, a little cheesy, but when you’re a proud parent you can get away with sentimental cliques.
On Sunday, I took the day off from job hunting and writing by watching Scott Pilgrim with Birmingham David. Annoyingly I had to walk all the way from Argos (can never remember the street) to Corporation Street where I was to meet Dave, as most of the roads were blocked off to make way for David Cameron and his shiny black Limo. Apparently the conference was taking place in Birmingham this year. Luckily, Birmingham David seemingly wasn’t annoyed and we made our way to AMC on Broad Street. Thankfully, as I hate wasting money in this recession, Scott Pilgrim was amazing! It was a kaleidoscopic burst of Nintendo sounds, Comic book tags and bubble writing exploding with “K.O.”, “Vs” and “Smack”. The guys sport Indie hair-cut and scruffy Tees, the girls ooze a rocker-chick sexiness (or cuteness, depending on who you’re looking at) and in homage to Mario, the bad guys explode into coins when they’re killed. And not only that, but it is easily the most quotable film, with my favourites being:
1) “you cocky cock!”
2) “you punched me in the boob! Prepare to die obviously!”
3) “you made me swallow my gum, that’s going to be in my digestive tract for seven years!”
But be warned, it is one of those films that you’re either going to think is fantastically awesome, or hideously silly. So do not take my word for it.
On top of the certificate and the joy of witnessing cult classic brilliance, I have also been short listed for an interview. I know it’s not much to scream home about, but it is a much needed ray of hope after months of searching.
And on a finishing note, I will upload a video. Since yesterday, I could not stop listening to Scott Pilgrim’s Sex Bob-Omb’s songs, all of which have been written and composed by Beck. It was hard choosing a favourite between ‘Garbage Truck’, ‘We are Sex-Bob-Omb’ and ‘Threshold’, as they are all equally awesome. But this one beats the other two by just a millimetre. Enjoy!
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