I'm working the night shift at the moment. Alone in the basement staff office of a Victorian era building, the tenants all asleep in their flats, I might as well be the last person on earth. Maybe the nuclear holocaust has happened already, and I'm still sitting behind an old monitor, the hush of five am settling tentatively like ash. Peeling paint ( Read more... )

The past week has been hectic, and today it culminated in my handing in my tenant's notice, and being offered the job I had interviewed for last week. It's frightening, a clock ticking down the days constantly in my head. It makes me appreciate my times here more, now. I'm really grateful for everything Leamington, Coventry, and Warwick uni gave me ( Read more... )

( On history repeating itself )

( Tankas )

I have an interview next week in London; the cogs are starting to turn, and I'm getting closer to moving down, finally. It's strange, because a part of me has been pushing and pulling tirelessly to find a job down there, anything, so I can move. What's strange, though, isn't the presence of this part, it's the fact that I'm starting to realise that ( Read more... )

Lately I have had a voracious appetite - I have chomped, snacked, chewed, nibbled, swallowed, and devoured my way through books these past few weeks. I haven't read  this much since I was in high school (oh, how much I miss a big free library), but thanks to a few charity shops I've been able to satisfy my hunger for a relatively low price. I ( Read more... )

If there is someone on your friends list you would like to take, sit down, offer a biscuit or some cake, prepare some tea for, then have tea and conversation with until the teapot is empty, then wait until you've brewed another pot and do it all over again, then repost this sentence in your journal.

In other news, more creative writing = good. More ( Read more... )

Dear LJ,

Looking back on you, I realise that I have been (inadvertently) subjecting the world to a deluge of adolescent angst. Even though I kept my best intentions (from "no one reads this," in the beginning to "as long as it is creatively expressed without the usual cliches then I can walk a fine line,") I think there are times when we need to ( Read more... )

I wonder whether one day I can study nostalgia. I mean, in a postgraduate sense. It's an emotion that has kept me in its thrall for many years. When I was twelve, I wanted to be nine; when I was fifteen, I wanted to be twelve, and when I was eighteen, well, you get the picture. I feel the same now, but perhaps with a bit more knowledge on my ( Read more... )

"Here you are Daylight's star Made out of miracles

Perfection ( Read more... )