So yes I should be learning 19th century literature (how do you learn 19th century literature? Don't ask me...) on my one day off for a while but instead I'm thinking about writing (and how rubbish I am it), sitting on our double bed in my dressing gown (which is magenta from La Senza and oh so warm and lovely) and wishing I could be in the ( Read more... )

My main character has now changed from Kathryn to Lily, which may be better. This is because the premise of Alex Kahler's story sounds eerily like mine and our main characters had the same first name. That really wouldn't do ( Read more... )

I haven't written in this since October (October, can you believe it?) and it's May now which means springtime in England. Hannah and I went to the pub to study for our exams with Simon and Jamie and Adam who were doing the same for theirs. So Hannah and I talked Shakespeare and they discussed causes of the first world war. It was nice and the ( Read more... )

Is it strange that I don't yearn for Interlochen? I talked to Camila and Jacqueline yesterday which was so very exciting and I miss them, I miss all my friends. And of course there are certain things that I remember with a nostalgic deep fondness - walking to orchestra concerts in the snow, the beauty of the art all around me, Delp and Driscoll, ( Read more... )

Alice, little sister, do you want to do some sewing at Christmas? I'm in the mood for a modified Regency dress. I love you! Take good care of yourself, I will call you sometime soon.

Uni starts in two weeks. Simon gets back on Friday. (Thank God.) I have been working two jobs, so, so much work. I have lost 18 pounds since May and I have no idea why.

Hope things are good with you.

I don't know how I feel at the moment. I've been listening to the BBC Proms, which is classical music. I've been working on the outline of my novel. I've been to work today. It's raining and grey and has felt like evening since I left work at three ( Read more... )

I've been writing this afternoon, on the balcony overlooking the river, reading The Picture of Dorian Gray and texting Simon the recipe for perfect mushroom risotto which for some reason he needs while he's kayaking in the French Alps. My flatmate Justin just had to climb from one balcony to another to fetch a page of my novel that had blown away. ( Read more... )

It's only been seven hours since Simon left this morning and already I miss him, feel that sort of emptiness that's been there until he arrived on Sunday and which I will try to eradicate for the next two and a half weeks by going to work, swimming in the Sportspark pool on hot days, and writing my novel ( Read more... )

At the moment, I live in a flat with strangers in the city. There is a river that I can see from my window, with long-necked white swans, and the Premier Travel Inn that flashes it's sign into my room at night. A little distance away is the cathedral steeple, illuminated at night by the streetlights below. It is beautiful and lonely and temporary ( Read more... )