I didn't not do the things!

I did it, I attended my French exam. I didn't study for it, I couldn't concentrate. I can't sleep when I know I should be studying, which then makes it harder to study the next day. It's strange, I rarely feel tired, my brain just goes blank. But fuck it, I attended, not sure if I passed We will have to wait for the result. Edge of the seat stuff here. And I handed up my last assignment ridiculously late, but it's in!

I now no longer have any thing hanging over me. To celebrate I visited the library, and the movie store. I know, I'm pretty hardcore, I stayed up reading til the wee hours of the morning, I went a bit too hard, and now have a reading hangover (ironically hanging over me). My eyes are all dry, and I'm actually in the process of vomiting up a blog. The cure for a reading hangover is taking long showers, and sitting in an organic cafe, looking wistful as you ponder life's meaning over a vanilla soy latte.

Now I don't have study immobilising me, I'm going to finally go back to the gym, I gained 10 kilo's of.. let's call it study-stress weight. Have to lose some before the Christmas weight comes along. Not that I feel bad about myself, its just a lot of my clothes don't fit me any more and I really hate shopping.

This is where my story begins. My attempt at becoming a writer. I don't boast any skills or talent at the moment. This is practice. Well, part of it. This blog will be my diary, my public embarrassing diary that if I actually do make it as a writer, I will probably delete. I can't just do nothing with my holidays, I've done that too many times. And I will allow no boy to take me away from my passions, I've been there and as lonely as it is here, its better following my dreams.

I always thought that I had to pick a sensible career, like teacher, or translator or journalist, but the thing is, I could never choose, none of those appeal to me. I had this idea that wanting to be a writer, was the literary equivalent of saying I want to be rich and famous. I never dreamed it actually possible.

But then I took creative writing class this semester, and the first lecture, she talked about how much work had to go into it; the hours spent over editing and re writing and researching, and how much reading you have to do. All the time she was saying how hard it would be made me more excited to live up to the challenge. To write on everything, and then to maybe one day think of a story.

So let's be practical about this.
1. Read
Reading comes pretty naturally to me, so as long as I'm finishing a book a week, I don't need to push myself too hard with that one. For those playing at home. I will be trying to do the 'Rory Gilmore reading challenge'. 339 books, but they are all pretty classic. At the moment I'm reading 'high fidelity' because my favourite You Tuber said it was his favourite book. Yep I am that lame.

2. Read books about writing
I will read James Wood's 'how fiction works' and also Mark Tredinnick's 'the little red writing book' he does lots of practice exercises.

3. You Tube
My goal is, 1 vlog a week. I'm trying to make those one's humorous or fun. My you tube is 'Small Stories' if your interested.

4. Write
I have a purple folder, I want to fill it with short stories. (There's no time frame on this one)
Also I have to describe something or someone everyday in my notebook.
And I will blog here, for accountability and hopefully as a way to track how my writing improves.

Yay life