Writing is going hay-wire

So with my sister home I haven’t had much time to spend on the computer. let get in the zone for writing. My goals is to finish off Origins by the 27th of July (the day before my birthday) and print off the first hard copy to just show it to my family on my birthday.

To edit it for the following 3-4 days. Put it into the computer and start on the next book before the month is out, while I print off the second edited copy to run my red pen through it again. 

My crazy writing week!

I’m letting you guys know that from tomorrow (Monday) till midnight on Sunday, I am going to put everything aside and just focus on my writing. I am going to try and aim for 100k - 110k by sunday at mid-night. 

Don’t worry! It’s not 100k total to write, just 30k - 40k in the 7 days. I’ll be posting throughout the days on twitter, and then posting updates on tumblr just before mid-night on each day.

Let’s see how it goes. 

You can follow me on twitter, if you want to watch me to sink into a sobbing mess and into the darkness that is trying to spurn out this novel and then print it off on the next monday. 


Family, I thought you could trust them.

I’m a vegetarian, have been for a few years now. 

Everybody in my family knows it, and respects it. Except my stupid a-hole of a ‘dad’. 

I found out today, through my mum who was told by my sister last night. That the last time I was up in my aunties (my dad’s sister) that the deep fried chips was done in beef fat, and not olive oil- which I was led to believe. 

I have to give credit to my younger cousin (also a vegetarian) who was in the house when my dad told my sis. She flipped and ranted and raved at him at what he thought was funny (thank you honey). 

Now I’m fuming at the thought of him making me into a joke to tell his friends and giggle at. You’re the worst father in the WORLD! I let you back into my life when I didn’t have to, and you do this to me. 

I’m not upset that they gave me the chips, but if it wasn’t for my sis needing to tell my mam. I would have NEVER found out. Even that, my own sister didn’t have the decency to tell me to my face but went around my back and told my mam. 

You blew it, the whole fucking lot of you shitfaces. I thought my values were more important to you. I would have never thought my own family would sink so low to undermine them. 




what really scares me is that i’m average i’m not really good at anything or really beautiful i’m going to live an average life with an average job an average income and die an average death with an average funeral and nobody is going to remember me

Van Gogh thought that too

That is really, really inspiring, actually.

(via radiategoodvibesss)

Reblogged from kimcuntdashian

A day off…

From anything to do with my sis’ wedding. Thank god! 

Being woken up at 5 and 6 in the morning to get ready to go dress-shopping for the day for the last two days was slowly killing me. 

Now, I can chill out in my bed for hours (they’re gone to the church to talk to the priest, but I somehow managed to wiggle myself out of it). 

I love John Winchester

I watched the two last episodes of season 1 today… 

All along I thought I hated John, but after going back and watching the episodes filled with him. I actually love John Winchester. I ended up with this horrible image of him because of what goes around the fandom.


The man was awesome.

He wasn’t a saint, but nobody is. Yes, he was harsh on the boys, but he had to be. He left Dean in charge for days-on-end, but he was doing it with the hope that they would get out of hunting and live a normal life.

I really just wanted to hug him. He’s been chasing this demon for 20-odd years, that he doesn’t know anything else. He just wants it to be over. He really thinks he’s got a chance of finishing it- now that he has his Dean by his side. He really thought the three of them were going to get out. 


Throughout the episodes he was always looking towards Dean, all his admiration was at Dean, he looked at him differently than Sam. Don’t get me wrong- he equally loved Sam- but Dean was his ‘buddy’, the one he counted on.

Dean your dad fucking loved you so stop your angsty bitching about him!!!


Then he even acknowledges before his death that he should have been a better dad, even though he was doing the best he could under the circumstances.  

I wish he didn’t die. I prefer him over Bobby (I do love Bobby. But John cared about Dean and Sam so much more than Bobby could ever be able to).

If he didn’t die, I could imagine Dean ringing him up for help during all the crap since his death. John would show up (after a few unanswered calls of course) and take a huge chunk of the burden off Dean’s shoulders. He would make everything better with a single smile.

Then to finish off my little speech. Last, but not least- his awesome apocalyptic-looking monster truck…


what were you expecting to do John? Ram a few demons with it?


I have to go back to my old work place now because they need to train a new girl on the computer system… Guess who’s the only one who knows how to use it.

Sarah to the rescue!!!

(but not looking forward to the bus journey and trying to get into the place seeing as I don’t have a fob anymore…fun!)