A [NaNoWriMo] Novelist...

"In skating over thin ice, our safety is our speed."

Sunday, February 01, 2009

1st February

I feel guilty. :(

I haven't updated in daaaaaaaaays. Weeeeks. Almost a month. (Well, not quite, but you know...)

I suppose it's because I see that there's very little to write about when all I do every day is the same pattern over and over again. It's sad, really, because I'd like to get some variation in there, but I generally don't have the time. The most exciting stuff that has occurred recently is the hair cut I got on Thursday, and the 18th birthday parties I've been to on the last couple of Saturdays. I also got my eyes tested again on Friday, and they've told me that my eyes aren't as good as they were a year and a half ago and that I need new glasses - and in truth, I already knew all of that anyway.

I spend all of my time working for school, or thinking how I should be working for school (like now), or sleeping. I spent about a third of my time sleeping. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm always tired. Perhaps I just need to stress less. - Actually, I'm trying that, and it's working to a certain extent. It's difficult not to stress though, because there's just so much to stress about.

Like exams. I had my psychology exam on January 21st, which actually went pretty well, but there was so much to learn for the exam itself that I found myself just eating, sleeping and breathing psychology for a few weeks. Now it's over, I'm really really glad, but now we're back into the full-time balance of three subjects again.

I got accepted into East Anglia University for English Literature (they didn't want me on the creative writing course, but they offered me a place on the straight Lit course, with creative writing modules, so I don't mind too much) and so I'm just going to sit around until March, when I get my exam results for General Studies and Psychology, and then I'm going to reply to the universities and let them know about my choices. It'll most likely be East Anglia as both first and second choice - English Lit being my first choice, followed by American Literature with creative writing as my backup. The other universities are nice, I'm sure, but they don't appeal to me as much as UEA does. I really want to end up there.

Speaking of English Literature, I got the first draft of my coursework back this week, which was a comparison of the presentation of the protagonists' conflict with society in The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath), and The Bluest Eye (Tony Morrison). Mrs Archer had previously look at the essay and told me that at least a couple of paragraphs were written at undergraduate level (a great complement), and then when I got back the full marked version I was told that she was lost for words (which NEVER happens). Even without any changes she marked me at having full marks on the assignment, which like... rarely ever happens. I was absolutely ecstatic. It made me really look forward to next year, especially if university is going to be as enjoyable as that coursework was. :)

I'm going to miss home though. D:

Anyway, dinner time now. And then I have English homework to complete, unfortunately.

Toodles.

xoxoxox

posted by Kitty Taylor at 6:23 pm

3 Comments:

Blogger Skipper said...

Congrats on your acceptance and on the awesome paper! As much as I like creative writing, I hate school-type papers. I admire those of you who are good at them.

12:12 am  
Blogger Kitty Taylor said...

Thank you. :)

I'm getting better at them. :D

8:42 am  
Blogger S. L. Boots said...

You know, I've gotten really behind on commenting on people's blogs (read: haven't been doing so). So, I'll start with yours! Be very happy and excited and giddy and SMILE! Just because I said so.

Congratulations on your acceptance to the college of your choice. I'm sure you'll do wonderfully there. And, I'm very glad you did so beautifully on the comparison analysis. One thing I do agree with you on, and think you do need to put in more effort to reduce, is your stress, darling! You're going to run yourself into the ground six feet deep if you keep it up. You must be light of heart, of mind, and of body. ; ) Which means: you must rest, you must work on your happiness, and you must strive for physical health. It is never just one aspect as you and I both know.

Have a good day, Kitty. : )

Shad B.

8:04 am  

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I'm a 23 year old female, who spends much too much of her time online, and in the book store. I'm in love with writing, and reading and anything mildly creative, really. In the future I'd like to write professionally, because it's something that I know would be perfect for me, but until I come up with best selling material that will keep me in the moneys, I think I'll just head for whatever I can get. Got contacts in the writing business? Let me know, I'd love to learn more about it.

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It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

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