Here is a list of things that baffle me:
*Bananas
*Snotty cows (literally cows, that have snot all over their big horrible noses)
*Waffers
*Boris Johnson
*Jingle door bells
*benches by main roads
*Kids sitting on roundabouts
*Men and cars (?)
*Cobbled streets
*Big bags of crisps containing the same amount as the small bags
*Raisans
*Sultana's
*People who wear their slippers outside of their house
*Dogs in coats (they have fur)
*The amount of pedestrain crossings in Nottingham city centre
*Open sandwiches (it's not a sandwich then is it)
*People (all of them)
I am sure there are like a billion more but that's a pretty good start for a Friday! Bonn Weekend mon followers!
Friday, 30 October 2009
Thursday, 22 October 2009
Dare to dream....
For those of you who don't know (or those of you actually reading this lol) it has always been my ambition to be a writer, at first this was all to do with wanting to write stories about things that inspired me and I hoped others, now adays I have learnt that the things that inspire me go beyond the realms of my imagination and it has been my dream for some time now to become a journalist. Ideally in a little town or village, somewhere with a strong community and where the local paper plays an integral part in the daily lives of the inhabitants!
Over the past months I have been working full time and studying to complete the intial journalism training, and for those of you who have studied from home let me just take a moment to say CONGRATULATIONS!! Becuase it is bloody hard work, there are so many distractions and other things that you want or feel you should be doing and it is incredibly difficult to focus. So in order to get my head down and my revision done I am currently doing nothing but revising, I am learning about central and local government as well as media law and newspaper writing, and it is so incredibly difficult, more than I could have imagined. But I do keep thinking, that the things in life you really want shouldn't be too easy to obtain, and trust me this has been far from easy. There have been tears and tantrums a plently and now as the exam dates are looming I am desperate to pass them first time! My short hand is another matter and I plan to start a college course in January to get to grips with it (although this will cost me almost as much as the entire journalism course did) but teaching myself has been next to impossible.
During this time I have of course been applying for journalism jobs (as well as using my holiday to complete work experience at local papers, of which I have loved and it has killed me each time Friday has come around and I have had to leave that wonderful world behind) The last position I applied for was as a features writer for a local paper, I love writing features and I am good at it, even if I do so say myself, I love finding the personal angle and getting someones inner story across. But it is far from the ideal time to be trying to join the world of journalism. Over 100 people applied for the features job I went for and safe to say I did not stand a chance. Junior positions are also a rarety, with more papers making redundancies in the current climate, than hiring in new blood, but today I spotted one. It's local, it's perfect, but I am terrified and I haven't even applied yet! I need to show the editor not only that I could do this job but that I could do it well....better than well and better than anyone else applying (and there will be a lot). I know that I would love every second, not waste a moment and stay as long as they would have me! So how do I do it? Well I am not a religous person but I am going to start by praying, by writing the best damn application letter possible and sending samples from my portfolio in a hope that something he sees there will wow him, that he will see the determination in me that I feel in my heart, and that I may finally be given the opportunity to prove that I can do what I love......and write!
Over the past months I have been working full time and studying to complete the intial journalism training, and for those of you who have studied from home let me just take a moment to say CONGRATULATIONS!! Becuase it is bloody hard work, there are so many distractions and other things that you want or feel you should be doing and it is incredibly difficult to focus. So in order to get my head down and my revision done I am currently doing nothing but revising, I am learning about central and local government as well as media law and newspaper writing, and it is so incredibly difficult, more than I could have imagined. But I do keep thinking, that the things in life you really want shouldn't be too easy to obtain, and trust me this has been far from easy. There have been tears and tantrums a plently and now as the exam dates are looming I am desperate to pass them first time! My short hand is another matter and I plan to start a college course in January to get to grips with it (although this will cost me almost as much as the entire journalism course did) but teaching myself has been next to impossible.
During this time I have of course been applying for journalism jobs (as well as using my holiday to complete work experience at local papers, of which I have loved and it has killed me each time Friday has come around and I have had to leave that wonderful world behind) The last position I applied for was as a features writer for a local paper, I love writing features and I am good at it, even if I do so say myself, I love finding the personal angle and getting someones inner story across. But it is far from the ideal time to be trying to join the world of journalism. Over 100 people applied for the features job I went for and safe to say I did not stand a chance. Junior positions are also a rarety, with more papers making redundancies in the current climate, than hiring in new blood, but today I spotted one. It's local, it's perfect, but I am terrified and I haven't even applied yet! I need to show the editor not only that I could do this job but that I could do it well....better than well and better than anyone else applying (and there will be a lot). I know that I would love every second, not waste a moment and stay as long as they would have me! So how do I do it? Well I am not a religous person but I am going to start by praying, by writing the best damn application letter possible and sending samples from my portfolio in a hope that something he sees there will wow him, that he will see the determination in me that I feel in my heart, and that I may finally be given the opportunity to prove that I can do what I love......and write!
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
I'm back
I have decided I am going to blog more often, why? Well it certainly isn't because my millions of adoring fans have demanded it (although thanks to those of you still soaking up my thoughts of non wisdom)! It is because I need to keep up my writing, with no formal output and the book on the back burner until after my exams (16-19th Nov ahhhh) I need to keep up with some sort of writing or I may forget how to do it altogether!!
The past couple of weeks have been pretty interesting and by interesting I mean dull as dish water! All I am doing is saving money and revising, neither of which are going exactly to plan! So basically I am sitting in doing sod all or sitting at work doing sod all! That's a bit of a lie, work is busy(ish) unfortunately it is not exactly fulfilling and I am finding myself dreaming of better things, I am not sure what those things are givent the current climate, I hardly picked the best time to make my break into journalism! It has also got me thinking about living somewhere else, not without Matt of course, that would be like trying to leave a limb behind (or three) he does after all keep me sane, fed and a roof over my head, without him I am fairly certain I would be living in a box somewhere selling short stories for KitKats! But anyway I digress....I have been thinking about London (again) the City I once vowed never to return to, but I have been a few times now, I have learnt the basics of getting around (often alone I may add)! And I quite like our capital, I mean yes it's big, full of people and rubbish and rubbish people, but that's also its charm right? You can get lost amongst all thos people and in a way be totally liberated by being totally ignored, you can visit musuems, eat at anytime of the day or night and literally loose yourself! I also have friends there now, so the place just suddenly seems warm and almost inviting...I know...shocking!! But then the other day I saw a post for a job in Newport in Wales for a junior reporter, and I guess that is kind of my aim, somewhere medium sized and friendly, nice shops, pleaseant people and slightly upperclass area (that's the snob in me coming out)! But Wales? Really? I have never even been so I am not having a dig at the place, all I know is what I have read about it online andit sounds great, the sea, the surfing, the shops etc.. and I would love to go, for a holiday, but could I up sticks (mine and matts) and move somewhere totally random for a job? Well at this stage, a large part of me is thinking maybe, I want to really get my career started and at the moment I feel like I am on hold, it may be about time I stopped expecting life to come to me and go out and get it myself!! Lets just watch this space eh!
The past couple of weeks have been pretty interesting and by interesting I mean dull as dish water! All I am doing is saving money and revising, neither of which are going exactly to plan! So basically I am sitting in doing sod all or sitting at work doing sod all! That's a bit of a lie, work is busy(ish) unfortunately it is not exactly fulfilling and I am finding myself dreaming of better things, I am not sure what those things are givent the current climate, I hardly picked the best time to make my break into journalism! It has also got me thinking about living somewhere else, not without Matt of course, that would be like trying to leave a limb behind (or three) he does after all keep me sane, fed and a roof over my head, without him I am fairly certain I would be living in a box somewhere selling short stories for KitKats! But anyway I digress....I have been thinking about London (again) the City I once vowed never to return to, but I have been a few times now, I have learnt the basics of getting around (often alone I may add)! And I quite like our capital, I mean yes it's big, full of people and rubbish and rubbish people, but that's also its charm right? You can get lost amongst all thos people and in a way be totally liberated by being totally ignored, you can visit musuems, eat at anytime of the day or night and literally loose yourself! I also have friends there now, so the place just suddenly seems warm and almost inviting...I know...shocking!! But then the other day I saw a post for a job in Newport in Wales for a junior reporter, and I guess that is kind of my aim, somewhere medium sized and friendly, nice shops, pleaseant people and slightly upperclass area (that's the snob in me coming out)! But Wales? Really? I have never even been so I am not having a dig at the place, all I know is what I have read about it online andit sounds great, the sea, the surfing, the shops etc.. and I would love to go, for a holiday, but could I up sticks (mine and matts) and move somewhere totally random for a job? Well at this stage, a large part of me is thinking maybe, I want to really get my career started and at the moment I feel like I am on hold, it may be about time I stopped expecting life to come to me and go out and get it myself!! Lets just watch this space eh!
Saturday, 3 October 2009
In my absence!
Oh dear, I seem to have been neglecting my blog a little again, so while matt watches The Cribs on The Jools Holland show I will tell you a little about my enlighting week all thanks to a book called The Kite Runner.
This book was lent to me by my mother in law to be and I had sort of forgotten I was going to read it. But I grabbed it in haste on Monday morning not wanting my day to start with awkward glances on the tram!
It's about a boy who grew up in Afganistan, fleeing to Pakistan and then America when the Taliban took over. I haven't been able to put it down, mainly because I cannot believe I didn't realise the genicidal nature of that part of the word over the last x amount of years! How can we have missed this? How can I have missed this? Some of the chapters were incredibly difficult to read, and I had to put it down a couple of occasions to avoid the tears! It has filled me with great sadness, but also guilt, guilt for not realising that this was going on, for expressing this desire to be a journlist without really learning or trying to understand what on earth is going on, on this earth! I am learning about politics, and I almost get the government on a regional and national level, and I now moan about it with force, but that leads me to the other feeling that The Kite Runner has brought out of me, shame, for not appreciating the world in which I live in (corny I know) but true, and finally the fire in me, it's lit again, and I realise I want to be a journalist, to inform, to not put my head in the sand and to not let such issues be lost! If I can recommend a book to read this autumn, I recommend The Kite Runner because it's about time we took our heads out of the sand!
This book was lent to me by my mother in law to be and I had sort of forgotten I was going to read it. But I grabbed it in haste on Monday morning not wanting my day to start with awkward glances on the tram!
It's about a boy who grew up in Afganistan, fleeing to Pakistan and then America when the Taliban took over. I haven't been able to put it down, mainly because I cannot believe I didn't realise the genicidal nature of that part of the word over the last x amount of years! How can we have missed this? How can I have missed this? Some of the chapters were incredibly difficult to read, and I had to put it down a couple of occasions to avoid the tears! It has filled me with great sadness, but also guilt, guilt for not realising that this was going on, for expressing this desire to be a journlist without really learning or trying to understand what on earth is going on, on this earth! I am learning about politics, and I almost get the government on a regional and national level, and I now moan about it with force, but that leads me to the other feeling that The Kite Runner has brought out of me, shame, for not appreciating the world in which I live in (corny I know) but true, and finally the fire in me, it's lit again, and I realise I want to be a journalist, to inform, to not put my head in the sand and to not let such issues be lost! If I can recommend a book to read this autumn, I recommend The Kite Runner because it's about time we took our heads out of the sand!
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