NaNoveling Update – End of Week 1!

So Week 1 of NaNoWriMo draws to a close, and I am halfway to 50k. It’d be really great if I can maintain this pace and get 100k in a month; I can’t remember how much I managed last year but I think it was closing in on 75k, to go even better this year would be great!

So I’ve basically mapped out and written all the important plot points (well, nearly all of them) – now it’s a case of bringing them all together. My “novel” is actually three sections or books, so I’ve got plenty to write about, I can’t see myself running out of steam. I’m really pleased with how well-developed the characters are, especially the main one, and I know that when I re-read some of the Terra Firma Fleet books (available now on Amazon Kindle), the particular character from those stories whose origin I’m writing will have a lot more depth behind her. It’s a really interesting character exercize!

Another character thing I’ve done is the accent tag challenge, for three of the main characters. The way it is, you’ve got Amber, who is almost a “valley girl” type character – blonde, beautiful but sometimes a little bit ditzy, and she’s got quite a generic, feminine American accent, because of the colony station she’s from. Then you have Caydan, who is well-educated and well-brought up, and he’s very much your typical Received-Pronounciation young man, because his home on Tempora Prime is in a very affluent area. Then we have the main character, Madalyn, who you may recall from “Dragon Flight: Wrath”, if you’ve read it (and if you haven’t, READ IT!). She’s a New Manhattan girl, a young mechanic with something of a slightly-diluted New York accent – no real defined borough but at a push I’d say it’s between Manhattan and very, very diluted Queens or Staten Island, from what I’ve heard and attempted of it (my attempt really isn’t anything impressive!). So I did the accent tag challenge for all of them, and it’s made writing their dialogue a lot easier!

In other news, I performed my monologue in class in front of an agent today, which was amazing! We also had a great workshop on facilitation, which is what I really would like to do in the future, so hopefully I’ll be able to do some volunteering work experience with them later on in my time here! Oh, and looks like I passed my room inspection. All in all, a very good day! 🙂

Mickey Mouse degree? Think again!

That’s a popular phrase being thrown around these days. Often mixed in with grumbles of, “too many kids going to university” and, “it wasn’t like this in my day, in my day you had to be clever to go to university!”, so many degrees are being called “Mickey Mouse”. Now then, if there was a Disney studies course, not only would I be the first one to sign up, but I’d also refer to it as a Mickey Mouse degree – not because it’s “easy”, but because it’s about Mickey Mouse. I’ve never studied Disney in Drama A Level, and I don’t think we will at degree level either, so I’m not sure where this idea of a “Mickey Mouse degree” has come from.

Of course, I know that people are referring to the idea that the course is easy – minimal contact hours, very little independent study required and very easy to get a degree. It’s usually used by the STEM students – the ones doing sciences, technologies, maths or engineering. A theme I’ve noticed in a few of these – but not all, because I’m living in a flat with three STEM students and they’re incredibly nice guys, all of them – is that they have this idea that they’re better than others – namely BA students. They have this idea that all we do is draw or prance around in leotards or write stories for a couple of hours, a few times a week, and then we get long weekends and nice lie-ins and very little independent study.

Here’s two samples of timetables.

Timetable 1

Monday – 10-1, Tuesday – 9-1, Wednesday – 9-1, Thursday – 9-12, Friday – 9-1

Timetable 2

Monday – 11-5, Tuesday – 9-5, Wednesday – 9-5, Thursday – 9-5, Friday – 11-4. 

 

So the first timetable looks pretty good, doesn’t it? And you sit there thinking “Wow, that must be an easy degree – that’s got to be the theatre one”. Actually, apparently that is the timetable for first year Maths at UCL. The second one is my timetable for Theatre, Television and Performance at Glyndwr University, which has been described as a Mickey Mouse course and a Mickey Mouse university by some people. However, it doesn’t just end there –  as well as independent study, writing essays and having to do all the reading, we also have rehearsals. We’re doing shows, we’re doing community projects, we’re putting our social lives on hold and sacrificing doing things we want to do, because that’s the only way we can get a good grade and earn a good degree. I’m not saying Maths is easy – I know I’d never be able to do it – but I often wonder if these STEM students, and anyone else who looks down their nose at the course I’m studying and others like it, would be able to do what we have to do – to spend all day rehearsing when you’re tired, busy, possibly slightly hungover. To get up onstage and perform to huge audiences, or to tiny, intimate groups of four or five.

You can learn how to do maths – yes, some have a natural aptitude, but you can learn how to balance equations and find ratios. You can’t be taught how to act – you can be given techniques and taught how to use them, but you need to have a fairly substantial natural talent for it first. So, before you see someone studying drama, or performance, or music, or media, or creative writing, and you scoff – “they don’t really need to put in any effort” -, think again. You could be on your way home after a day of work in the office, or back to your flat after a 2 hour statistics lecture – they’re having a five minute drink break in the middle of a gruelling 6 hour rehearsal where they’re being pushed to the very limit, or they’re working to an incredibly tight deadline to try and force the last few pages of a story, or an article, or a composition onto the paper.

Who really has the easy ride?

English Today.

So, it’s my English exam today – the last exam I have; after this I am freeeeeee until September (but I can’t wait until September so that’s fine!). You’d imagine, what with me being a blogger, that an English exam would be fine for me. Hey, I write all the time, what’s the worst an English exam can do?

You’d probably be right if it wasn’t an English Literature exam. *cue horror music*. The language part of the course was the coursework, which apparently I did quite well in (hoping that means I got an A which will pull up the undoubtedly abysmal grade I shall get in this exam), the exam is the analysis of a literary text we’ve been studying for the past year (ours is Wuthering Heights, yay… not), comparing it to other texts we’ve read independently (so far I’ve got Twilight, The Mabinogion and The Hunger Games… great!), and then a comparison of three unseen texts.
I am not confident at all. I suppose the only good thing is that I’m going in with no expectations whatsoever (or maybe I do have expectations, they’re just really really low) so if the paper doesn’t look like it’s written in a foreign language, I’ll be happy! 😉

Starting to write!

I feel like I’m finally getting back into the swing of writing! I’ve just entered a writing competition with a piece of writing I’m rather proud of. I’m not sure what the rules are about posting your work elsewhere so I won’t post it here yet but if I can in the future I definitely will, but I’ll explain it – it is essentially, in 750 words (I actually struggled writing to a word limit!), a day in the life of a bench. Yes, you read that correctly, a bench. It sounds crazy but I’m actually quite pleased with how it went, and it ends on what could be described as a “cliffhanger” but it reflects real life I think.

So, it’s a good feeling to be getting back into it, but at the same time I know it’s just temporary relief from revision (relief I can’t really afford at the moment but I’m hopeful that having got the need to write something that isn’t about Freud or the working model of memory out of my system, I can get back and concentrate on revising and hopefully get the best grade possible in my exam.

Talking of exams, they have a knack of disrupting things, don’t they. Just when I feel I’m one step closer to finding out what’s wrong with me – I got the date for my scan – I’m faced with another setback, in that the date is the same day as my Psychology exam. Obviously the exam has to come first – I can’t really re-sit it – so I have to wait for another appointment which, knowing my luck, will either be the day of my English exam or when I’m on holiday. Sigh.

Aaaand hello writer’s block.

I had my first exam today! Drama, the re-sit of the paper I did in January and I’m so pleased with the questions, they were so much better than last time and exactly what I’d hoped for. I’m not entirely sure how I did – I messed up timing with painkillers and ended up doing the last half an hour or so with a few concentration lapses because I was in pain, and time constraints are evil on that exam because there’s so much to do, but I’m hoping it’ll be enough to get me maybe a B, which is great because it brings me closer to getting into university. My hand is killing me from all the writing I’ve done, but I’ve got eighteen days to recover before my next exam (Psychology, which is also a mass of writing to do but I’m feeling prepared for that one), and then two days until Epic Exam #3, English. Then I’m done with exams and college!

The words were really flowing yesterday – I was finding it really easy to write, I knew where the story I’m writing was going and everything and yet today, when I tried, it just didn’t work – the characters are completely different to how they were yesterday for some reason, I just can’t write them in the same way. I guess maybe the sheer amount of writing I’ve done today has taken it out of me and I need to give it a break. I’m still hoping to post them up here soon so that rather than me just blabbering on about my writing like I have done for the past few months, I’m actually going to post some writing up, which is what this blog was originally intended for. When I’m better, I am going to work on sorting out videos of me singing to come up on here too, I promise 🙂 Things got a little sidetracked by my misbehaving kidneys, and they’re still refusing to toe the line but we’ll get there eventually.

So, I think it’s best to leave the writing for tonight and maybe tomorrow – or maybe to just have a whole weekend away from writing and needing to think too much, and just doing things I enjoy. Face painting this weekend, pwning some n00bz on Black Ops tomorrow and then a week off to recharge my batteries and do some more revision to make sure I’m as ready as possible for the exams. It’s kind of hit me today just how important these exams are, and I’m not going to take them lightly.

Oh, and for those of you awaiting a new “inspirational pictures” post (yeah, I see you all, getting to my blog by searching google for numerous variants on the phrase “inspirational pictures”, and I’m sorry I’ve not posted any more recently but I haven’t been feeling inspirational!), it will be along soon. Not sure when, but soon.

And now, in conclusion, the mushy section of this blog post. I’ve been with my boyfriend for seventeen months yesterday (the 31st) and he’s made me so happy in those seventeen months, I don’t know what I’d do without him, so if he reads this (and I hope he reads this, because I read his blog 😉 ) I love you and thank you for everything you do for me and, to quote the vernacular, this one’s for you 😉

Remember Me?

Sorry I’ve neglected this blog so much recently. I knew exams were going to be mad but I had no idea how much. College has been an epic fail thanks to this illness so I’ve been revising like mad to make sure I have a chance of getting into uni! Add that with trying to have a social life, and yeah – it’s been crazy, and I think I’m starting to burn out. All this revision is catching up with me, I’ve ended up with one hell of a cold which, combined with having awful pains in my back every time I sneeze,  isn’t fantastic. Really hoping things will get sorted soon, or that if they don’t I can maybe apply for special consideration because of how ill I’ve been.

On a brighter note, it’s sunny outside! Yeah, I’m inside revising but I’ve got a t shirt and shorts on and it’s lovely and warm and bright outside, which cheers me up a bit and makes revision a bit more bearable. I just hope that by the time my exams are over we’ll still have such nice weather, so that I can actually enjoy it – especially on holiday for my birthday in July!

I think the wait until August is going to be a really nervewracking one – before I was so confident for my exams, but now I’m terrified because although I know I am prepared because of the amount of revision I’m doing, I still feel somehow like I should be doing more (not sure what else I can do, really, other than go to college, which doesn’t really feel like an option the way I feel at the minute!). So expect either no posts at all as I spend all day, every day rocking backwards and forwards in a gibbering heap because I’m so nervous, or lots of frightened “ohmygosh I’m gonna fail” posts. Normal service will be resumed in September.

On Making Very Little Writing Progress.

Once again, life gets in the way of writing. In some ways, I really don’t mind – as much as I love writing, I would much rather spend a weekend with my boyfriend, as I have just done, because he means a lot to me and I want him to know how much I love him 🙂 on the other hand, some things which are either not so good, or not things I really want to think about, are also getting in the way. 

In terms of the not so good, I’ve had a lovely weekend and managed to stop myself from thinking about it for much of the time, but problems with college keep cropping up, and the most recent one is definitely the biggest I’ve encountered so far (and hopefully the biggest I actually WILL encounter considering I’ve got about 7 weeks of actual lessons left, and I don’t want anything else to happen). I’m not going to go into details about it because I don’t particularly want to think about it in too much detail, but the stress of it is not only making me ill, it’s also disrupting the writing, which isn’t a good thing. 

As for the things I’d rather not think about, it’s actually quite exciting and I’m looking forwards to it, but I’m also really nervous! Well, more anxious than nervous… I want to get it over and done with, but I really want to enjoy it and do well. It’s my drama A Level performance exam on Wednesday, and while I’m really pleased with how we’re doing – the text piece is going really well and I think I’ve got my lines sorted, and the devised piece sounds great but I’m struggling with lines a bit – I’m also really nervous, because my parents and boyfriend are coming to see it, and I really hope they enjoy it! It is distracting me from my writing, but because I’m determined to get at least a B, if not an A if I can manage it, I really want to do well, so it’s worth it! Plus, it is really fun – we’ve been doing quite a lot of rehearsals and it’s been great and really helpful.

Moom’s Views – Being “British”

This blog post is mainly inspired by a discussion on thestudentroom forums, where they’re talking about what it is to be British.

Personally, I don’t consider myself to be British other than the fact that, according to my passport, I am a citizen of Great Britain. As far as I am concerned, my nationality is Welsh, and I am proud of that fact. I am proud of our language and the fact that it is still alive despite the many attempts to quash it, proud of our history and our culture, our patriotism, our music and our poets, our food (if you haven’t tried Welsh cakes, you must! They’re amazing!), our scenery and beaches and so much more.

Now, I am not against English people coming to this country. After all, my family moved here from England, so it’d be hypocritical of me to say that. What I am against, however, is people who move to this country and make no attempts whatsoever to learn our language – in fact, they go as far as to actively slag it off, and slag off all the people who live here (“sheep shaggers” is a popular insult), and say how much they hate living here – and yet, when asked why they live here if they hate it so much, they’re the first to bleat (pardon the pun) “racism” and “I have just as much right to live here as everyone else”. They have the right to live here, but if they hate it so much, surely the good thing to do would be to move back to England, where you don’t have to listen to us speaking Welsh if it irks you so, and free up some of the housing market for the young people and families who want to stay in Wales and want to remain immersed in the culture.

The other ironic thing is that these people are usually the ones who complain the loudest about immigrants who move to England and refuse to learn the language and don’t immerse themselves in the culture. I mean, I do agree with them, I think people who move to any country, regardless of where from, should try to become a part of the culture and at least learn the language, the law and the generally accepted way to be a member of society, more for communication’s sake and to be polite than anything else. However, why is it the English seem to be so hypocritical about it?

Of course, I am generalizing here, and not all English people are like that – it seems to be a minority, but the minority seem to be the most vocal about it. I know plenty of English families who have moved here and the children have all learned Welsh through school, and the parents try to learn Welsh (although it is harder as an adult, because of the fact that children soak up languages better than adults), and even though they may still support the England football and rugby teams, you never get that attitude of “we’re going to smash the sheep shaggers”, shortly followed by (when Wales win, which usually only happens in rugby) “ugh Wales won by a fluke, Wales got lucky, Wales is full of sheep shaggers, don’t get too smug Wales, you only won by a little bit”. Alternatively, if they win, it’s “Ha, we showed them Welsh *****!”. They seem to be sore winners and sore losers. Also, in sports, there is the fact that when a Welshman (or woman, I’m not sexist) wins something, they are “The British sportsman, ________, wins the gold medal!”. When they don’t succeed, it is “And the Welshman, _________, crashes out in last place”. It’s double standards, and the only country it never seems to happen to, funnily enough, is England.

I don’t hate England and I don’t hate English people – I just hate the attitude some of them seem to have towards countries that live, however slightly, differently to their own. We are next door to England (although, I must stress, Wales is NOT a part of England), we share the same Royal Family, most of us speak English as well as Welsh, some of our bands and singers are quite popular in England (Bullet For My Valentine, Katherine Jenkins (the Forces Sweetheart) Duffy, Funeral for a Friend, Kids in Glass Houses, Lostprophets, Manic Street Preachers, Tom Jones and of course, Stereophonics, to name some of them) – the only real differences is that we can and choose to speak a different language sometimes (which seems to really annoy the English if they walk in on a conversation in Welsh – ever heard the “I walked into a pub and EVERYONE changed from speaking English to Welsh” myth?), and we support different teams in sports. Why is there such animosity towards the Welsh? I’m not saying it isn’t reciprocated – there are some Welsh people who dislike the English, but it never seems to be the same level of hatred as some English people seem to have for the Welsh – and yet, they’re more than happy to come on holiday here and expect us to speak English whenever they’re around, regardless of what language we normally use. And if we don’t? We’re racist.

Putting it off…

I’m putting off starting Chapter Ten for a while. I don’t want to leave it too long… might even make a start on it tonight… but I suddenly feel quite out of the loop because I haven’t got a chapter that I’m halfway or at least part of the way through. Before I’ve always made sure I’ve at least started and got a few paragraphs on a chapter before I start, but now I’m kind of leaving it hanging, and I don’t know how I’m going to start Chapter Ten or which characters it’s going to focus on. Hopefully it’ll all go well – I’ve found the “winging it” approach has been a lot more succesful, actually, than the meticulous planning approach with the past couple of chapters – because I don’t want to lose the motivation to write.

I’ve also got quite a lot of homework and essays to do, and the dreaded UCAS TRAAAAACK opens tomorrow so I shall be slightly distracted, but I’m determined to keep writing little bits and bobs to make sure I keep my inspiration flowing!

So, now I’m off to learn two Wuthering Heights quotes which, knowing my memory, I’ll forget them as soon as I learn them but still my English teacher seems to think it’ll be beneficial.

Progressssss!

I’m itching to get on with Chapter Seven! Chapter six is done, slightly more enjoyable to write than chapter five but not a great deal, and I don’t even know why I’m so desperate to start on chapter seven. Nothing particularly exciting is supposed to happen in it (although my characters do have this funny way of surprising me sometimes, and taking the story in a completely different direction to how it was meant to go), but it’s like – I’m really enjoying actually making progress on it. Too many times I’ve got so far through something and then given up, and I’m determined not to do that this time.

The fact that it’s half term is helping a lot – and the fact that I only had a teensy bit of homework (as far as I know, I wasn’t even in English the last two days so I could have a mountain of it and not even know about it), and I’ve done all that, so I can just focus on writing and having a social life, which is nice. I can’t wait for the summer holidays – no homework to do and no college to go back to afterwards – just the terrifying prospect of *gulp* results day and *bigger gulp* (possibly) university!

I suppose I’ll have more to talk about on the writing side of this blog when I start university, considering it’s now English and Creative Writing or Journalism I’m going for. Why I didn’t pick them in the first place, I don’t know – I’ve always loved writing and journalism, and I’m pretty good at English – but I got caught up in “ooh I like acting and singing, LET’S DO DRAMA!”, before realizing I wanted to be a midwife, and then it took me getting ill to realize that at the moment, I really should just stick to what I know I can do, and do writing. Where it’ll take me, I don’t know, but I’m hoping to enjoy the adventure.

I only just realized today that I haven’t actually finished chapter one yet, so that’s my mission before I’m allowed to start on this strangely alluring chapter seven, which I really have no obvious plan for, so it could end up spiraling madly out of control. Maybe that’s why I’m so excited about writing it – I’m eager to see where my mind takes me when it doesn’t have a plan to stick to. Of course, it could go horribly wrong… but fingers crossed it won’t!