Some of My Favourite Quotes

THE TRUTH IS RARELY PURE AND NEVER SIMPLE.

Oscar Wilde – The Importance of Being Ernest.

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That is a quote from possibly my favourite piece of writing, close to: 

CURIOUSER AND CURIOUSER 

Lewis Carroll -Alice In Wonderland

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And this one is just a quote I am rather fond of, but still from a great piece of literature:

EVEN THE DARKEST NIGHT WILL END AND THE SUN WILL RISE. 

Victor Hugo – Les Misérables

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Great News… ish

I have sorted my head out. 

I no longer feel all confused and messed up, lost and pathetic. I have my ‘shit‘ together again (for now, mwhahah, joking this damn better last this time)  :D Go team!  All I needed was a little boost, okay it was a bit of a cheeky boost, but hey ho, did the trick!

Just thought I should post a little update, I can see myself using this site more for casual updates between larger postings, I hope that is okay!!

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On a side note: really, really struggling to sleep and I DON’T KNOW WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!! So annoying.  I want to get some of my edits done but just don’t have the motivation. Ah well, looking on the bright side, no longer feeling controlled by the sickness – woooohoooooo.

A Bit Of My Life Right Now.

Signs and symbols of musicThis is something I wrote last night….

I sit here listening to soppy half aggressive love songs with lyrics such as “see the flames inside my eyes” crying those eyes out with no control.  I have lost it; I have lost my balance that I just spent the past sixteen months trying to achieve.  Here I sit drinking in bed scared to move, tipping over the edge of sanity.  My silly brain is sending me messages of where the scissors are in my room, the penknife in my bedside draw.  Why won’t this sickness just leave me?  Why am I just not allowed to be better?  What have I done to deserve all of this pain and confusion?  Why just why!

I am now terrified of my travels that I was previously ecstatic for.  It is not fair.  Self-pity is washing through me.  As you can tell.

I wish I could write songs, intense short moments of exposing my pain and being free of it.  I feel like writing my story is a lullaby-luscious song, I just cannot be as free from it as quickly as I could if I wrote a song instead.  Although there is that big issue with the fact that I cannot sing.  Fuck
my life.  Seriously just fuck it right now.

Motivation Week and Edits

I need to get these edits done.

They are constantly on my mind like an annoying fly that you just can’t swoosh out of the room or hit with the freezing weapon that is hair spray.

I have been away for a long weekend of debauchery – it would be a lie to say I was not jaded right now. I feel like I need to be wrapped in blanket of hugs and for someone to tell me that I am pretty as they stroke my hair and feed me crispy bacon nomm. Yes it is one of those afternoons. I have 118 days until I leave the Country!!!!!!!!!! Not long now, not long to get these edits done.

It just feels like SUCH a BIG TASK!

I guess I am worried that:
1. I won’t be able to do what my editor wants me to do!
2. It won’t ever be as good as I want it to be!
3.That it will never actually have a finish point!

I need to stop thinking about it and do it… Agh it just isn’t going to be a fun task, boo to edits. Boo, boo, boo. Down to the depths with you please. Could someone just do it for me? Not that I would actually let anyone else do the edits to my story! I need to find an inner strength from somewhere – new motivation.

This week is therefore going to be my Motivation Hunting week. If you know a good place to start looking please let me know, just don’t say the bottom of a bottle as I really don’t think I could handle drinking just yet for a few more days.

MOTIVATION. MOTIVATION. MOTIVATION.

Sex

For those of you that followed my blog before, well you know that I have an ever so slightly, (cough cough), weird and altered relationship with sex. SEX SEX SEX. Even typing those words makes a girl feel a little good inside; far, deep, down inside – sorry I couldn’t resist the pun.

I have had some pretty crap experiences.  Hasn’t everyone though I hear you say? Yes they have, but my level of crap I don’t think is quiet so common.  Never the less, I LOVE sex. The overwhelming feeling of lust and hungry warmth rushing through your body is undeniably addictive. I am a sex addict. And… you know what? I don’t care. (Not a diagnosed sex addicted by the way, I am no Tiger Woods. I have urges that are hard to managed when they are not fulfilled. So I guess I am a Tiger Woods in a minor minor teeny tiny form, minuscule.)

It was only recently that I realised not everyone enjoys normal sex… some of my friends are just put off of sex because of shitty fucks and poor performing pricks. A girl friend of mine, who is referred to as Sophie in my book-to-be has recently lost her V plates. She broke down the barrier and is now getting on the sex hype bandwagon. Her love of the new sport is shown by her compliance to find completion even with a kidney infection – what a trooper! Yet one of our other close friends who has been having sex for the past 3 years just seems totally disinterested in the whole act. The last time she was kissed was before Christmas!!!

I know that everyone has differing libido’s.  However, the variation just seems ridiculous. This taboo subject (which thankfully is becoming less tabooy) feels in large, unexplored. How comes some people can squirt, how comes some people can’t come at all? How come some guys are good to go after a ten minuet rest period and others are good for a day or two?

Sex has always fascinated me, I guess because it has a hold on me.

I know that this post touches upon crude subjects than I usually talk about.  But I need to start being a bit more open about it all, and stop holding back as I don’t at all in my book. It is full on with everything. Which I guess is why it was so cathartic. I am going to be finishing the book edits soon, and then after that I am going to upload a few taster chapters to get your opinions. Your reviews and criticisms. No more being scared of the opinions.

So from here until the books release I am going to start peeling back that little layer that I keep all covered up in fear of the Judge’s slamming down those wooden hammers, peering over their high and mighty desks to point a finger at ashamed little young me.  

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