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...

Hi there, here's some history for you (and some promotion for my book that hasn't been published yet). I've been editing/writing my novel (it's now, officially, 50,000 words long and counting!) and I've just rewritten a scene in which Thomas Cromwell is executed (sorry, spoilers). Thomas Cromwell, for those of you who don't know, was Henry VIII's loyal adviser and 'sidekick' for a long time, credited with the downfall of Anne Boleyn. He was a brilliant and intelligent man and politician, able to navigate the many twists and turns of court life, but was eventually executed on the King's orders. Also for those of you who don't know, my novel is about Elizabeth Seymour, who married Gregory Cromwell- the only son of Thomas Cromwell. In this scene, both Elizabeth and Gregory are at the execution of Thomas Cromwell, and I must admit that it is one of the heartbreaking scenes that I have ever written. Cromwell was an amazing man, defini...

It's always sad when your childhood dies, isn't it? Yesterday, we had our biannual (I think that's the word anyway) festival for our village. Last time, I stayed for the whole day: participating in the parade as a Guide, eating burgers and ice cream, listening to the music, and finally watching the fireworks. This year, however, I participated in the parade (unwillingly, trust me) then went home. Despite there being something so wonderful about the family feel of a village collecting together to listen to some good music in the dark (maybe it's something to do with history and the thought of having to rely on your neighbours), I didn't want to be there for long in the heat and the noise (and I also saw loads of people that I know from school- embarrassing!☺️). So I was pretty boring and watched the Tour de France with my dad (as we do every year- those of you who also watched it, what the hell happened?? All the good riders were involved in crashes IN THE FIRST ...