Hi all, been a while since I’ve mustered up the brain to talk about anything. I actually have three different tabs open with drafts of journal entries, so let’s hope this one actually gets published, right?

Life stuff:

I survived my road trip. (Pic below.) And survived spending a week with my Dad. (I think the driving was the easier of the two.) For the record, I really enjoy spending days driving, still hate sitting on the ferry for 3 and a half hours, and driving on NZ’s most dangerous road in sheeting rain is not the best time for the boot to fly open, but I am ninja and made the trip unscathed. Actually, navigating lane-changes in Wellington was the scariest part of the trip driving-wise, the rest was pretty chilled out. I, apparently, am one of those crazy road-ragey drivers who will not put up with any slow behaviour on the highway at all. Even in my tiny 1300cc Toyota Starlet hatchback I was passing everyone and anything. ^_^;

Piccy!






My Grandma died this week. I’m okay with it, she’d had dementia for 13 years so we all were glad her suffering ended. It’s still a downer though. Nuff said about that. :-/


Writing stuff:

I imagine many of you have struck this before, but I’m really struggling with feeling at the moment that I’m so close to the point where after just a little more writing, contacting an agent and a producer for my TV show is really really close, and in a nutshell, I’m totally freaked out. I’ve always been a pretty driven person, so I’ve never really questioned that one day I would get published, (simply because if so much crap gets published, semi-decent should be okay, right?) but now that it comes to it (especially with the TV show, because it’s so out of my comfort-zone) I am seized by this panic of ‘what if it doesn’t work?’ What if I try and fail? What if all this work is for nothing? What if no one likes it? What if they laugh in my face?

It’s a strange experience for me because there are actually logical answers to each of those questions, but every time I answer them the question just rolls around and comes back as if the answer never happened. Is this what it’s like to be an irrational person? (j/k ^_^) Somehow I have to get around this freezing panic and finish my work. I don’t really know how.

Unrelatedly, (mostly,) said TV show recently pointed out to me (in the nature of non-sentient beings) that it would be much cheaper to produce, thus more likely to get picked up, if instead of being written in a futuristic post-apocalypse utopia, it was sans the utopia and just post-apocalyptic semi-third-world-but-with-cool-future-gadgets. While this was a good point, it has meant that I’m in the process of re-writing the whole blasted thing. Wah, brain, why be helpful, huh?

I’m taking part in thewritinggame to get myself sticking to my writing goals. Looking forward to joining in, I’ve missed the start due to busy busy.

That’s all from me!