Newest Task of Writing a Whole Book by March 31st. Isn’t that smart?

Plain and simple: I’m an idiot.

I realised today actually yesterday because it’s actually 3am the next day that I have a month to write a book. As in, really realised it. So first thought there was, how in name of Hades’ underwear am I going to do this?

I checked the minimum word count. For YA, what I mostly write, it’s 40,000. The stories I’m deciding between are planned out for about 50/60,ooo words each. After seeing that, I just thought, “Oh, I’ve winged it with massive essays in school before.” So I’ve decided I’m going to be fine.

Besides, worst comes to the worst, I don’t finish on time and I have a good chunk done. No harm, no foul.

However, I’m not sure which story to use.

1 – the original one I was going to use. I used it in Higher English (may or may not have been written up a week before the deadline when I was pumped up with morphine in the hospital). It needs a lot of work planning wise, so I might not use it for this.

2 – when I was in 4th year, my English teacher really helped with writing. She offered to read bits as I wrote and give feedback (she was a wonderful teacher, and really helped me realise how much I want to write). I did for a while but it died out when I got unwell (she noticed I was unwell but I was terrified of telling people. Not the wisest move.). I found the old drafts (one is already 10,000+ words, happy days!) and am contemplating rewriting the beginning and carrying on. There’s quite a bit of planning done on this one, if I can dig out the old book that I wrote all the notes in.

3 – there was a story I was working on before Lachlan’s. It got a bit complicated (I had a lot going on then) so I decided to leave it for a while before coming back to it. There’s a lot of planning and research (intense planning and research, might I add) behind this one.

4 – Lachlan. There’s planning and research at least partly done. I still need to figure out bits but it’s mostly thought out.

Now, I thought, okay, I’ll leave 1, since that one needs significantly more work done. So it leaves me with three choices.

I think I’ll have to dig through all the boxes to hunt down any notes I can find. Oh the joys.


O Muses, Strike Me With a Fountain Pen!

I was thinking, “Hey, why not share how I write?” in terms of preparation and what I surround myself with.

First of all, I do usually use my laptop (and sometimes have to switch off the wifi because Pinterest, while handy, is very distracting). I have a couple moleskines next to me usually,  a plain old  writing pad for writing letters, a pot of ink and a fountain pen.

I find writing with a fountain pen just stirs something up inside. There’s something so pleasing about writing with one, maybe it’s dipping the tip into ink, maybe it’s when the pen scrapes against the paper. Maybe it’s even the fact that I always come out of every writing session with ink all over my hands. Oddly satisfying, I must say.

Don’t usually eat much when I’m writing, it’s a bit of a nuisance really. Drinking though, well, it’s rare to find me without a cup of tea or a flask. And you can bet on Zeus’ feathers that it’ll be some berry tea.

Music is always a must. Usually just a playlist on Spotify I’ve made up to suit the mood of what I’m writing. Highly recommend Two Steps From Hell. Cinematic music is very good to write to (do sometimes feel like I need something with lyrics though).


Confession Time: Wait, what’s Marag Dubh?

Right, before we start, I must establish something. Where I live, Scottish Gaelic is very prevalent. In our schools, we have English medium and Gaelic medium. There is… admittedly more funding for Gaelic medium classes so they tend to be able to go on more trips. These classes though, are taught in Gaelic.

I didn’t go through Gaelic Medium. I had pretty good Gaelic in the first few years of primary, until I switched to another primary school where they didn’t bother all too much with Gaelic, really.

Now, I’ve noticed there’s a local memes page, and they constantly mention this “Marag Dubh.” I, not so wisely, thought, “oh, must be some kind of alcohol.”


It’s a, uh, delicacy here.

One day, just to be sure, I asked my partner what is was and I got a funny look.

Black pudding.

It’s flipping black pudding.

I don’t even like it.

My Gaelic really sucks. But learning it is just so troublesome… The courses are never for a local dialect. Which is irritating, because if you know Niseach Gaelic, good luck speaking to an Uisdeach!

Plus I don’t want to give in to the Gaelic Mafia (they mean well, really, but they could approach it in different ways).

Tourist tip: every tourist I’ve stumbled upon seems to enjoy Stornoway Black Pudding. So you know, if you’re about, it’s pretty easy to get (I just don’t like it ’cause of certain ingredients).



So we got a dog. We’ve always had dogs, my family. Both sides, actually. Dad had dogs growing up, mainly for the sheep. I’m sure my mum’s grandparents kept dogs too. And she had this amazing rescue dog, a German Shepherd, when I was young. When we moved to the house we’re in now, we got a dog, a collie. But she had to be put down last year, since she wasn’t well and was getting grumpy and aggressive with it. Unfortunately, there was nothing that could be done and she was just in so much pain. I miss my little puppy (well, at least she thought she was a puppy, Miss I’m-Going-to-Drop-Myself-in-Your-Lap-‘Cause-I’m-Tiny).

A year later, we have a dog again. We think we got a puppy, but I’m pretty sure he’s a horse. Seriously, I could whip a saddle on him and Trouble can ride him through the house. He’s… a tad bigger than we thought. A goldendoodle (not really my dog actually, more my mum’s and sister’s, since we are temporarily living with them). He’s lovely though. Just a little excitable. Could do with a bit more spatial awareness. He keeps smacking his head off everything. He’s apparently the smart one out of the lot.

I worry for the others.

And that’s my sister gone out to walk him. At 6am. Hah, like you’d catch… me… up at.. oh.

Never mind.


A New Horizon!

So! I’m going to try complete a booky-thing in time for the current contest on Inkitt! A friend showed me it a while back and I can do it.

I’m still carrying on with Lachlan, don’t worry. (If you were even worried, that is.)

But I’ve decided to take a short story I wrote while in school and develop that further. It’s going to need a lot of shuffling, but I’ve managed 91 words exactly so far!

I’ll post updates as I go on, perhaps showing progress and whatnot.

BUT I CAN DO IT. I have like a month, so it’s feasible.

I can do it.


P.S. I never told you guys about our new pupper. Shall talk about him later, got books to write!


My Dear, Sweet Sleep-Deprivation

I’ve been struggling again for a while. They’ve switched my medication. Hoping this one works. Supposed to help my sleep too, but it isn’t really doing much.

But I rather enjoy my messed-up sleep pattern. Over the years, I’ve found that I write best in the night. Energy during the day I can use for editing (if I get a spare moment, Trouble has been named as such for a reason… Considering changing her name on the birth certificate to that).

Took a pretty big step (big for me, at least) today towards getting better. Kind of realised I’ve been avoiding certain things since Dad’s gone. For example, we used to play on the Xbox, usually Special Ops missions on Modern Warfare 2. Managed to play it today, played the one I think we played the most: Estate Takedown. I’ve gotten bad at CoD. I used to be able to play on veteran difficulty, but now it’s, uh, quite difficult. I am blaming it on the fact that I need new glasses, at least partly.

One thing about my dad was that he never pushed me to go to university. Never. Said I could if I wanted but he didn’t want me to stress just because the school wanted  every pupil to succeed massively in the ways they wanted. He always believed in me and wanted me to do what I wanted: write.

And I know that if he saw me right now, he’d whup my sorry ass back into shape.

I wish he was still here.

Appreciate your parents while you can, got it?


P.S. Sorry for all the depressing junk the last while, some things just can’t be helped! Promise next post is more upbeat!

The Last Question: It’s… Done?

The final question, number 25, is a beauty:

“Which member from which band would you most want to lather in nutella?”

Made me laugh, but there is a problem… I don’t even like nutella. I am a disgrace to the human race. But if we changed it to the Milky Way chocolate spread…

I think I’ve said before I don’t really look at bands… But I know from when I was younger, it would have been Jay McGuinness from the Wanted.

Would much rather Will Poulter to be honest but times are tough.

Huh, a rather short answer. Bad Lee.

That’s the Icebreaker questions done. Kinda weird, huh? But if anyone ever has a question, my inbox is always open! Plus, my genes demand I chatter on. Remember, no question is a stupid question.

I’ll probably start more thought-out posts now, more about actually writing.


23 – Oh. I’ve Nearly Finished. :(

Question 23: How did you learn of the band that is currently your favourite?

Ah, a nice long story here.

So, the other half, I had a crush on them in school. After a while, I eventually told a dear friend of mine who immediately let them know on that someone fancied them (first reply was “Oh God no.” Thanks, dear. Way to boost me ego.). Of course, my old ex (it was barely a relationship, three days maybe? Ah, school romances…) happened to be buds with them and gave hints and crap. Eventually we started talking (after a lot of budging, I was approached – on Facebook, of course) and we were just trading song suggestions. I remember it had been prelim time, I had fallen asleep on my Biology work and drooled all over it. I asked for a suggestion and was given “It’s Time” by Imagine Dragons. They had found this song through Assassin’s Creed, since the song for AC3’s trailer is Radioactive (dang good song).

And thus bloomed a deep love of Imagine Dragons.


Question 22: I’m Real Bad for ‘Sharing’ C

22: What band merch do you own? If any, whose is it and how did you get it? If none, whose do you wish you owned?

I think the only band merch we have is Linkin Park shirts. We’re really boring, got them as part of CD sets. Personally, I prefer game merch MW1, 2 and 3, hello Soap’s journal (MW3 was the worst. Killed me more than MW2. Mind you, both my brother and I cried at the end of both…).

But yes, the t-shirts are very comfy to be fair. I do enjoy temporarily nicking them (I’m tiny, all the clothes fit me. *Cackle*).