Things are pretty sweet, it has to be said. I’m still not feeling the need and endless pain that I had last year, just wanting to get back to AC. Part of me wants to go back, I miss everyone, but another part of me is plain refusing to think about the fact that I have to go back to that place. I guess it’s a bit of a love-hate relationship, which is understandable considering the type of things that go on there and the amount of work I have that is due when I get back (but still hasn’t been done).
We have all Dad’s family here – including him – Al and Nanny J are currently playing a game of Ludo whilst Smiley looks on, and Flash is sleeping beside me. It’s happy, and chilled, and I had a really nice Christmas day yesterday. It started out fairly mediocre and I was wondering what we would do, but Christmas lunch was great and we had a massive family quiz afterwards. I want to be able to have family traditions at Christmas time, but like Mum said: “Because we were living in Sing and always came back for Christmas, we were always at someone else’s house”. Which is unfortunate but true.
In other news, I got some nice presents including a book on How To Get Published, which is just proving how difficult it is to get out there and get your book(s) published so I really need to start trying. Trying to write, that is, and shout my name out to the world about my writing. Which is why I think one of my New Years resolutions will be to start doing writing competitions, build the portfolio that I want, and also I’ve joined a site called the Writers Cafe where I’m going to post chapters and poems and stuff. Hopefully on there I’ll start getting feedback and people will notice me – though if the past is anything to go on, I never have much luck on the internet. Maybe my stories are too ‘out there’ for the masses. Sucks to be them.
OH! And I have had an offer from the University of York, and am doing a Drama Workshop & Interview at Exeter in late January, I do believe. This is going to be exciting, but I’m a little bit trepidatious. Life is running at me full pelt, and I can’t stop it. I don’t want to.
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