BBQ
by *SpookyMaria
Two days of classes left—religion and film—then three exams and it’s done. Two weeks after that to keep job and flat hunting before graduation. My family’s flying out for the ceremony. I’m also wrapping up Camp NaNoWriMo, submitting some work for possible publication, and playing around with a new book that I got at Waterstone’s: Ready, Set, Novel! It’s a great little workbook, which I like because it means I get to write and doodle in the pages with whatever comes to mind. It’s really helped me zero in on what I want to be writing. I’m also really looking forward to the new flat where I’ll get to set up a little writing area: I’m thinking a nest of pillows and blankets in a corner with sticky notes and things pinned to the wall and a small speaker system for my music. And beside it, a yoga/meditation area with my yoga mat that I can use the speakers with to play my guided sessions. I don’t need a lot of space or fancy gadgets, just a little room for my inspiration…
Visa, Here I Come!
by *SpookyMaria
My UK Adventure has moved forward superbly…I have scored a place in a grad school program, which means no matter what happens in the future, I have at least secured a way to stay in the country!
Red Is My Colour
by *SpookyMaria
Apparently. With this semester slowly drawing to a close, friends and neighbours are getting rid of old stuff they don’t need anymore, which means I get a bunch of free stuff! Huzzah! I scored a completely new wardrobe, which I probably desperately needed considering it’s already tripled the size of my original one just from hand-me-downs alone. This is how I was informed that ‘red is my colour’ when I jokingly tried on a red dress. So that’s new.
On a more serious note, I’m starting to hear back from jobs and snag some interviews, which makes me very happy! Everything really boils down to getting sponsored for a visa at this point. Everything else is more or less taken care of, and that’s the only thing between me and staying for good in the UK…
How to Keep Moving Forward Even When Your Brain Hates You
Oh my GOD. This is so important. “My brain hates me,” is literally one of my refrains, and I have EVERY SINGLE PROBLEM in this article, depression-related and not. Read it, for the love (or hatred) of grapefruit juice. Read. It.
(via YA Highway)
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