Head for the Hills

Unless I’ve forgotten to schedule this post, I am currently at a writing residential, so I thought I’d talk about how much good running away from your life to write can do.

Now, there’s a lot of different types of writing residentials; short weekend ones where you do lots of workshops and learn lots of stuff; ones where you’re basically just left alone with your WiP and told to get on with it; things in between. All of them can be helpful, but not always at the same time in your writing life. For example, there’s no point going to a just-work-on-your-WiP residential if you’ve not got a clue what you’re doing for it, and there’s no point going to a residential where you learn lots of things when you’re itching to write a first draft.

But still, they’re all good, because they all take you away from your life, the TV, Tumblr, clubs, homework, and any other distraction you might have and gets you writing. Moreover, it gets you meeting more writers, and as I’m sure we all know, fellow writers are always the best people to talk to and learn from, whether you’re learning about writing or the size of the moon.

And that is the quick end to this post because I can’t focus as someone has put Masterchef on the television. You might not see me for a while now, as I start school soon and have a lot of stuff to do, but I will try to update as much as possible.

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Write For Lyrics: Robin Thicke

Write For Lyrics is a thing I do when I haven’t got a clue what to post. I write flash-fiction or a poem or something entirely different based on the lyrics of a song. I give you the band, and you’re more than welcome to try and guess the song, although I imagine today’s is going to be pretty obvious. TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of sexual assault and rape.

My friends thought it would be a good idea to take me to the party.

I wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t the kind of party I went to, after all — the ones with cosplay or book giveaways or bad dancing to good music. Here… the music was as bad as the dancing, nobody was wearing enough fabric for cosplay (although one girl looked like she was trying to be Catwoman), and there was no way you could read a book with all the strobe lighting. I felt uncomfortable; I hadn’t dressed up, but somehow my favourite pair of skinny jeans felt pornographic here. None of this felt right.

And that was the point at which my friends left me leaning against the wall to go dance and have fun while I winced at the pro-rape rap music and realised that no one other than me must have been listening to the lyrics because in the rapper’s mind they would all have been ‘asking for it’.

“Hi,” someone shouted into my ear, making me jump even though he wasn’t any louder than anything else in this place. I eyed the guy — how had he got so close without me noticing. “How you doin’?”

I smirked. “Did you just quote Joey Tribiani?” I asked, wondering if maybe I wasn’t the only misfit at this party.

He just nodded blankly and let his eyes trail down my body. I shuddered and pushed off the wall, searching for my friends. I couldn’t see them for the crowd.

“Where you going?” the guy asked, grabbing my wrist to keep me where I was.

Unease began to pool in my stomach. “Sorry, but I’ve got to go.” I tried to pull away.

“Come on, love. Stay a little while. You know you want to.”

I raised an eyebrow in defiance of the tremble in my hands. “I know I don’t want to, thanks.” I tugged at his hand, but he just wouldn’t let go of me.

“Let’s go somewhere private, bitch,” he snarled. “You’ll enjoy it, trust me.”

“LET GO OF ME!” I screamed over the final beats of the awful, pro-rape rap that seemed like a shitty foreshadowing job by an uncaring God.

The guy stared at me for another moment — my face, this time. I stared straight back, trying to control my breathing and the fear that surely showed.

The guy blinked and looked at the floor. “Oh God,” he muttered as the first lines of the next song — a good song, surprisingly — started. He dropped my arm and looked back up at me. “Oh my God, miss. I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

I took a deep breath and watched him speed-walk away. My nerves only began to settle when I saw him walk out of the door.

“What a great song that last one is, huh?” one of my friends asked, jumping on me from behind. “You should have come danced with us, spoilsport.”

I pushed her off and shook my head. “No. That song promotes rape. It suggests that girls always want it, and they only say no to keep up their reputation. It objectifies women and I am not comfortable with being at this party. I’ll talk to you later.” I turned around and left without looking back.

And that was today’s addition of I Can’t Even Be Bothered With A Metaphor Because I’m So Angry About This Song And That Clip I Saw Of It Being Performed At The VMAs. Thanks for reading and I’m sorry if I’ve offended anyone.

Book Review: Biting Bad by Chloe Neill

Blurb from Goodreads:

Merit has been a vampire for only a short while, but she’s already seen a lifetime’s worth of trouble. She and her Master, centuries-old Ethan Sullivan, have risked their lives time and again to save the city they love. But not all of Chicago is loving them back.

Anti-vampire riots are erupting all over town, striking vampires where it hurts the most. A splinter group armed with Molotov cocktails and deep-seated hate is intent on clearing the fanged from the Windy City come hell or high water.

Merit and her allies rush to figure out who’s behind the attacks, who will be targeted next, and whether there’s any way to stop the wanton destruction. The battle for Chicago is just beginning, and Merit is running out of time.

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Aneurysms Can Be Shared

I am back off my hollybobs! Huzzah! Even better, yesterday I published my first Sherlock fanfic on Tumblr. It’s called Aneurysms Can Be shared and it can be found here. You are more than welcome to reblog, and any critiques would be the icing on a cake of hopeful, maybe-someone-will-think-it’s-okay awesomeness.

In other news, I’ve read some books and you will be getting some posts at some point! Hurray!

In bad news, though, I’m probably going to cut down posts to once a week soon. I’ll be back at school in a few weeks, and I’ve heard that A Levels can be busy, hard work — not to mention I’m moving schools and the school I’m going to is further away (I might not get back home ’til around five every day) — and I don’t think I’ll be able to post half as regularly. Which is a shame, I agree, but it’s a necessary evil.

Oh Dear

I didn’t have chance to post yesterday don’t really have time now, and am going on holiday tomorrow! Oh no!

I am so sorry for not posting yesterday, and for not having posts queued up for the next few days. However, the good news is that my fanfic will be ready by the time I get back, I will have read some books that I can review, and I will hopefully have an idea for some other posts! Hurray!

Update on Everything

I’ll keep it short because I need to finish my novel (it just won’t bloody die) and I’ve barely written any of it today. Basically, I wrote a quick first draft of my first ever Sherlock fanfic ever last night! Exciting, no?

It needs a good bit of polishing — and I need to do some proper research and check that I’ve got what happens in the scene it is based on right — but it shouldn’t be too long before it is in the world! Hurray!

And because it is sort-of-nearly ready, you can have a bit more info on it: it’s short, it’s set during the first episode of the first series, and there are no moustaches involved. Hurray!

PS: I’m really sorry for missing Tuesday’s post. I’ve been trying to shove my way through The Novel That Just Won’t Bloody Die and I simply didn’t have even one idea for a post.

I Am Calling With Good (For Some) News

Today’s post is going to be a short one because it is basically just an announcement. An announcement like the ones the Whovians and Sherlockians have been getting lately, because I honestly don’t actually have that much idea what I am doing yet, but here goes:

Currently, I am writing a novel. I am hoping that the first draft will be done by the end of this week, and I was thinking earlier that I needed a new project to work on when it’s done.

As you may have noticed, I have Sherlock and Doctor Who on the brain.

So my new project is going to be (drumroll, please)…

A Sherlock fan fiction! Exciting!

It will be my first ever fan fiction, and — because that’s where fan fiction goes to die, hide, or possible even maybe be liked by someone — I’m going to put it on Tumblr and post the link here.

However, just like those of us waiting for a certain third series, you’re not allowed to know what’s going to happen or when it will happen, because even I don’t know that. You don’t even get to know if there’ll be moustaches or shipping involved.

But I might post about how difficult it is to write a genius, because I imagine it is extremely difficult (and honestly I’m short on posting inspiration). So… lucky you.

I hope I can actually write something worth reading. Write something at all, even.

Book Review: Awake at Dawn by CC Hunter

The blurb from Goodreads:

Step into the world of Shadow Falls, a camp that helps teens tap into their special…talents. Once you visit, you’ll never forget it—and you’ll never, ever be the same.

From the moment Kylie Galen arrived at Shadow Falls Camp, she’s had one burning question: What am I? Surrounded by vampires, werewolves, shape-shifters, fairies and witches, Kylie longs to figure out her own supernatural identity…and what her burgeoning powers mean. And now she’ll need them more than ever, because she’s being haunted by a new spirit who insists that someone Kylie knows—and loves—will die before the end of the summer. If only she only knew who she was supposed to save. And how…

But giving Kylie the most trouble is her aching heart. Gorgeous werewolf Lucas left camp with another girl, but he’s still visiting Kylie in her dreams. And Derek, a sexy half Fae who’s always been there for her when she needed him, is pushing to get more serious—and growing impatient, especially when Lucas returns. Kylie knows she needs to decide between the boys, and it’s tearing her up inside.

Yet romance will have to wait, because something from the dark side of the supernatural world is hiding in Shadow Falls. It’s about to threaten everything she holds dear…and bring her closer to her destiny.

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