Last night I went ice skating for the first time in years and it was good fun but my body is currently badly bruised and I have great pain in my right arm ( Read more... )

Today I decided to walk home from work because it was a lovely autumn day and I'd been sitting in a call centre since half past seven this morning. I just started walking, thinking I'd just get on the bus somewhere along the way if I got tired. I stopped at Asda and bought some rice cakes and some jaffa cakes and makings for cheesecake and then I ( Read more... )

I just wrote lots and lots and lots of e-mails. Lots of them. I'm trying so hard.

I miss LiveJournal. Maybe I should start to write in it every day.

But after all of those e-mails I've not got a lot left to say.

Oh dear. Oh dear. Got an e-mail from adviser. Must start dissertation. Now. Oh dear ( Read more... )

Today is the first day of classes although I have none and Lauren and Simon have gone off with their schoolbags and their bus money in the rain. For some reason, I woke up this morning with this shaky feeling in my whole body that's only just starting to go away ( Read more... )

So yes, I'm getting married. Did you know ( Read more... )

I've been at work all day again. My novel is progressing. The writing isn't as polished as it should be, but then for once I actually have a plot, and when you're working out the story you can't necessarily stop for just the right way of expressing something. That's second draft, I think, once I've worked out for sure what that something really is ( Read more... )

I'm living in Simon's parents' house for the moment, although Simon has been in France for the last three weeks. Today, he comes back but for most of the day I have the house to myself. I must do lots of cleaning and lots of writing and work on the English course I'm doing for my brother. He's reading James Joyce, Graham Greene and Virginia Woolf. ( Read more... )

I've finished my exams! How amazing is that? That's two years of university out of the way. Only one year left to go which is just incredibly scary. What do people do with the rest of their lives ( Read more... )

I want to write. Can you help me do it?

Have you noticed that all my entries lately are longing for something? It's because it doesn't seem to be much good just to say it to people again so it feels helpful just to put it out into the void.