Wow. I can't believe it's under a week until Christmas day. I don't know where this month - and this year has gone. I've been rather absent from this blog in the last few weeks, and I apologise for that. I didn't mean for this to be my first post of December, but for various reasons I haven't felt like blogging, and I've been rather under the weather. But I'm feeling a lot better now and looking forward to Christmas!
Recently, I was wondering what have I actually achieved this year? (Yes, I've been feeling rather down). But, looking back at this blog and some of my writing projects, I realised that actually, yes, I have been rather productive, and on the whole had a good year. Sure, there have been really sucky things, but on the whole, it hasn't been a disaster!
First off, this blog - I've kept it up to date, and been able to get into a semi-good routine (that's slipped recently, oops!). Among other things,
I've written about NaNo,
YALC, which took place in the summer and was amazing,
returning home to live in the countryside again,
a magical year with MuggleNet,
another trip to the Harry Potter studios,
A YA masterclass with Sarah Crossan and Julia Churchill,
Fowey,
and my beloved cat, Posie.
While I wasn't so good at blogging regularly at the beginning of the year, I've certainly got more into a routine this second half of the year - writing about countryside things and things to be grateful for! It's safe to say that it's certainly been a year full of twists and turns. It's funny isn't it, looking back on the year, and seeing what has and hasn't been achieved, unexpected things that have happened, and more. I suppose I have achieved more than I thought, and it's not all bad things.
Writing wise, I have revised Treading Water a couple of times, and got it up to a good standard. I've had good feedback on the story too. I've completed two full length first drafts (and a shorter one), and started at least two other things that I have since abandoned. I've written several short things and done lots of things for MuggleNet - plus I completed my MA.
And now, to celebrate Christmas and all that it brings. To eat lots of yummy food, spend time with people I love, do festive things, sing carols and catch up with friends.
I hope everyone reading this has a really wonderful Christmas and a very happy new year. Merry Christmas to you all - and thanks for reading over this past year!
One last post to come this year - what I'm looking forward to next year.
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Friday, 19 December 2014
Wednesday, 19 March 2014
Posie: A Cat with Nine Lives
My beautiful little cat, Posie, had to be put down today. Having gone through so much loss in my life, it seems silly to let this effect me so much. But it has. I guess that even though she was slowly getting thinner, I didn't expect to be writing this, or for this to happen right now, in the way that it did. Posie was mine, and I had her for fourteen years, and she was my best friend and closest ally, and always there for me. She would know when I was home, and sleep on my bed night after night, or sit on my lap.
She was a beautiful little burmese cat, and when we first got her, she was so tiny, tinier than a shoe, and she was just adorable and so adventurous. She used to follow us on walks, and one time, my dad had to hold her becasue there was another dog, and she was so scared she bit his ear.
She had this beautiful stripe down her nose, and she just loved everyone.
I was only ten when I got her, and that's, really, a life time. You change so much from when you're ten to when you're twenty four, and she was always there. The constant. It's crazy to think that she's been around for so much of my life, and so many of the big things.
She got into countless scrapes over the years, and certainly used up her nine lives! She used to get stuck up trees, and once fell out a tree onto a barbed wire fence, and cut her stomach open. She ran away for a week, and came back with a broken jaw, and missing teeth - and always had a scar above her eye after that. When she went missing, my dad made missing leaflets, and took them round the village, looking for her. She was playing with a needle and thread one day, and swallowed it all, and had to be rushed to the vet. She climbed out of a window of the house once, and got stuck on a bit of roof, and my dad climbed up to get her.
We got another cat to calm her down, and after that, she was a lot calmer, but still managed to catch rabbits, voles, mice, and birds, which she would bring back to the house, while the other cat just lazed around in his bed!
I would cradle her like a baby, and she was such a lapcat she was perfectly content to be carried around like that. When she was tiny, she would just go to sleep in my arms.
She loved the sun, and would find any small patches of sun and stretch out. She loved the summer, and exploring outside. In the summer, she would be covered in dust from rolling around, and she was always troubled by harvest mites.
She was beautiful and she was mine, and I can't even imagine home without her. I can't imagine not having her around. I already miss my little baby like crazy.
She was a beautiful little burmese cat, and when we first got her, she was so tiny, tinier than a shoe, and she was just adorable and so adventurous. She used to follow us on walks, and one time, my dad had to hold her becasue there was another dog, and she was so scared she bit his ear.
She had this beautiful stripe down her nose, and she just loved everyone.
I was only ten when I got her, and that's, really, a life time. You change so much from when you're ten to when you're twenty four, and she was always there. The constant. It's crazy to think that she's been around for so much of my life, and so many of the big things.
She got into countless scrapes over the years, and certainly used up her nine lives! She used to get stuck up trees, and once fell out a tree onto a barbed wire fence, and cut her stomach open. She ran away for a week, and came back with a broken jaw, and missing teeth - and always had a scar above her eye after that. When she went missing, my dad made missing leaflets, and took them round the village, looking for her. She was playing with a needle and thread one day, and swallowed it all, and had to be rushed to the vet. She climbed out of a window of the house once, and got stuck on a bit of roof, and my dad climbed up to get her.
We got another cat to calm her down, and after that, she was a lot calmer, but still managed to catch rabbits, voles, mice, and birds, which she would bring back to the house, while the other cat just lazed around in his bed!
She used to love find warm places, and she loved the airing cupboard, and people's heads when they slept - much to the shock of some guests! She would hide under duvets and sheets, and find little spaces to curl up in. She would curl herself around my head as I slept, or we would lie side by side, tucked up in bed. She had the loudest purr, and would purr into my ear as she slept on my head.
I would cradle her like a baby, and she was such a lapcat she was perfectly content to be carried around like that. When she was tiny, she would just go to sleep in my arms.
She loved the sun, and would find any small patches of sun and stretch out. She loved the summer, and exploring outside. In the summer, she would be covered in dust from rolling around, and she was always troubled by harvest mites.
She was beautiful and she was mine, and I can't even imagine home without her. I can't imagine not having her around. I already miss my little baby like crazy.
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