The best sign I saw in New York
2014 has been a very, very long year. 365 days. Many, many hours. Some quantity of minutes that I do not possess the mathematical ability or interest to calculate and oh my God, maths, I’ve already bored myself.
I find looking back on a whole year a bit of an impossibility, like trying to fit an entire packet of digestives in your mouth without taking the wrapping off first. Continue reading
A Light In Chorus
Yesterday, H and I spent six glorious hours trawling EGX, the video games expo in Earls Court which runs til Sunday. SUCH joy. The cosplay! The Streetpassing! The hunt for new games we’d heard of, and new things to fall in love with and throw our pounds at in the near future.
Towards the end I was hungering for new Street Fighter so wasn’t wild about visiting Rezzed, the indie zone, but blimey it’s grown since I last went a couple of years ago. And double blimey – this year’s had some of the most beautiful and entrancing games I’ve seen since playing Okami, that gorgeous watercolour RPG reboot. All the ones I tried were works in progress, and these ones were my favourites. Continue reading
Imagine having access to this many crayons. Imagine.
Domestic Sluttery‘s founding editor, Sian Meades, also founded the Creative Londoners networking events. Having entirely failed to attend Sian’s previous events because of choir, I’m thrilled to say I’m speaking at the next one so am guaranteed to go. Continue reading
I was having a bit of a lame day today in terms of nerves and food and so on – this has filled me with complete joy. Read this for why supporting Mind is a brilliant thing. Thank you so much for helping me to smash my target, and for being general legends. xxx
I won an award!
No really – I won an award. Look!
Remember my Write Club holiday with Elizabeth to Canadamerica? Well unbeknownst to me Sam, my angelic editor at The Lady, submitted my feature to the Cruise Journalism Awards. This is the feature. It is probably not as serious as some cruise features actually are.
The anxiety of last week melted away, as it usually does, which is a huge relief. Unfortunately, I’m then crushed by the ghastly realisation that there are weeks more of this to go. I’m also colossally tired, pretty much all the time, and when I’m tired, I eat sugar and my brain falls apart – apologies in advance for the terrible writing in this update, but did I mention I feel like a pitiful small animal gif?
The other week I got an email telling me that I was a runner-up in Elle magazine’s Talent Contest. I may have jumped up and down, resulting in some damage to my office chair, and definitely on hearing I will be mentored by one of the judges next year.
Elle’s topic was My Rebellion. It didn’t specify fiction or non-fiction, so I loosely fictionalised my one internet date this summer. It was not a success. Continue reading
I KNOW RIGHT! Who knew my eyes were that colour? I look as though I’ve successfully auditioned for The Walking Dead in the role of “Capable Woman”. Continue reading
The ongoing saga of my cat and her health problems/life problems has been quiet of late, for all manner of good reasons. Ambridge has fully grasped going in and out without being attacked by feral cats, and it’s been at least a month since I last had to rescue her from the roof with a fold-up Ikea chair. Continue reading
One of my audition badges – an amazing bookmark since 2011
This blog is going to be the most appalling mess. I’m sorry about that. I had planned to sleep until the last possible minute so I could be fresh as a proverbial for tonight, but it’s hot, and lovely and I have thoughts going round my head like a particularly lumpen spin cycle. Continue reading