Musings of a Perfectionist

Hey everyone! How's life? I'm not supposed to be busy at the moment, as I'm on holiday, but I'm pretty busy with final touches to my novel. It's getting to the point where I can actually see it happening in the near future, so I am, of course, very excited (and also pretty nervous). (I am also very annoyed at the moment with editing because it's being so slow and not working and I just want it done.) While I haven't written anything for a while (but people still seem to be reading my posts for some reason??), I am working on a holiday thing that provides you, the reader, with a short detail about each day that I am on holiday (musings, questions, that sort of thing). I will be publishing that when I get home, but for now, another Pinterest Blog Prompt: The Last Thing That Made You Laugh This was actually earlier, just before I sat down to write this, when my wonderful sister was taking pictures of me so that I can update my profile picture on...

So I'm watching this program on BBC iPlayer called Generation, which is a documentary by George Lamb, and it's all about youth and politics and lack of opportunities for youth and the need for social change. One guy said that his ambitions are to own a house and have a decent job. And that will make him happy. That shouldn't be the expectation for kids these days. The fact that housing costs so much that actually owning a house seems to be a pipe dream is stupid, and just wanting a job that means the bills can be paid is ridiculous. I do realise that I come from a family where we are expected to go to university and that I live in a pretty wealthy area, but I feel that I can comment on these things. Buying a house seems impossible, owning a car/paying for insurance is not going to happen, and I'll be paying off university loans for the rest of my life. I do have dreams, ambitions. I am (most likely) going to university and get a job that I love (beca...

Good news everyone: I'm very close to publishing my novel! My sister is doing some final editing, then I'm putting it through Grammarly, then I'm listening to it being read out by a robot voice that pauses too long on the commas (but it's probably still better than listening to your classmates try to read Shakespeare). My friend is going to design a cover and then I'm pretty much set to publish. (If I can work out how without going insane) But now I don't really know what to do. I've spent so long writing and editing that now, as I'm waiting for others and I'm researching self-publishing further, that I don't know what to do. It's like after exams, when your whole life has been revising and as soon as you don't have to revise, you can't think of anything that you used to do. And now I just feel so tired with it all. I just want to publish it, but there's confusing stuff and there's probably some legal stuff and I just wa...

Hello again- wow I haven't written anything for so long. So, this post today is a prompt from Pinterest (I actually have a board for Blog Prompts when I need to write something and I don't know what to write). And so today's prompt is: The furthest away from home you have ever been Answer: Switzerland  Switzerland is pretty awesome, with beautiful views (the picture is one of the most impressive pictures that I took) and wonderful food. However, I get pretty badly travel sick, and so spent the journey sleeping/trying not to vomit. Yay. But no. Switzerland was stunning. Waterfalls (the picture is of a waterfall, in case you didn't realise), gorges, mountains (with snow on top!) and a (really loud) river next to our chalet. In Switzerland, they speak German, French or Italian depending on the section of the country that you're in, and we visited the German section. I don't speak German (at all) but I knew enough to say thank you/please/hello etc. O...

So I wrote something last night (or was it this morning? I will never know) and I'd like to share it with as many people as possible, simply because it is a big issue for me. So, read it, digest it, and share it with others. Start a revolution- dare to dream again! When you're young, they teach you to dream. They ask you what you want to be, they tell you that you can do anything, that you have every right to aim for the stars. So with bright eyes and big smiles, you tell them. You tell them what you dream of doing, who you dream of being, and they smile and they tell you that it is a good dream to have. And then you grow up slightly, and your eyes start to dim and your smile starts to fade and they stop telling you that it is a good dream. They start freezing when you tell them, staring at you with a kind of morbid fascination before saying faintly that it's a nice dream And then your eyes are dry from crying and you can't remember how to smile but you're...