At around 1am this morning, I was woken by an itchiness... Seems I came in contract with something yesterday and it made me break out in a rash. I'm talking mega itchy red welts on my skin. At around 1am this morning, it got to the point that just laying in bed was making me itch, so in my slumbered itchy stupor I got up, raided the drug cupboard and took some phenergan. Ooooo the joy of phenergan. I changed my sheets, had a shower, and got back into bed.
For those who don't know what phenergan is - click on there here link to find out Basically Phenergan is a wonder drug for allergies, and itchiness. It also makes some people very sleepy.
Those last two words 'very sleepy' are the key to my post today.
Phenergan makes me sleepy, usually I take 10mg if I'm snot central etc and it sorts me out, and allows me to continue to work (Kinda all fuzzy, but still work) but last night in my sleep stupor I took a 25mg tablet. I was KO'ed today. I got up around 9am, but was shattered, so went back to bed at 10am - slept through to 12:30 I got up and had some lunch, then 'tried' to do some of my uni work. At 2:30pm I was napping in the chair, so I went back to bed, and have recently removed myself from my bed at 6pm.
Am I well rested? Hell yes! Maybe this 'super sleep' is just what I needed to recharge the batteries, as while I still feel 'tired' I know it will be out of my system tomorrow.
As for the strange rash? I assume it was something I must have brushed up against when out looking at the flood waters with my dog yesterday, as he too has a strange welt like rash on him today. I've got puppy phenergan for him, which I gave to him this morning when I was first up, and he like me has snoozed all day.
Sometimes life is just perfect, nothing like a nice snooze day - unfortunately it's NOT getting my uni work done, but I'll knuckle down to it tomorrow.
That's all I've got.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
It's raining.... water!
It's raining here, and I don't mean a few spots of rain, I'm talking 135mm in 24hrs. This is A LOT. Though spare a thought for my brother and his family who had planned to be at the beach this coming Saturday, but received 400MM over the past 48hr period, and are now flooded in and can't go to the beach. (Not that it would matter, as the beach they were going to is also experiencing flooding). However this was the first extended holiday my brother and his family have had in two years, so they were as you'd expect looking forward to it.
When we were young whenever we'd go to the beach on holidays it would *always* rain the first week (Holiday were usually two weeks) this happened every time we went to the beach, to the point that it started to be known as (insert my family name here) curse. My brother has clearly kept on this tradition, as two years ago when he last went to the beach on holidays it.... Yes you guessed it - Rained, though it didn't flood, but still rain and the beach sucks!
I spoke to him on the phone today; he was more annoyed that the place they had booked to stay wouldn't give him a refund on his deposit. I was telling him to ring back and tell them you're a doctor not a fucking weatherman and can't control the fucking weather and to get fucked! He just told them he'd never go to their 'apartments' again and would tell everyone he knows never to go there either, and he knows a shit load of people. The 'apartments' are getting back to him tomorrow. I mean a 100% non refund is bullshit! It's not like they are 'booked out' *groans* don't get me started on fucking hotels and their fucking bullshit policies! (I'll let you know if he managed a part refund!)
So today I've read stuff for Uni, and wrote some stuff, but other than that there's been a stream of visitors to this place all day, just 'calling' in while looking at the flood waters. I think I've made about 25 cups of tea / coffee today, including one tea with soy milk, which the person 'dropping' in provided. (Cause THAT wasn't planned Nooo. Who the fuck travels around with their own fucking soy milk!)
So tomorrow there is no uni for me as we're flooded in here, which means no Uni for the rest of this week, as the flood waters won't reside before the end of the week. So I have three days of 'Uni' work time, which is a battle on a rainy day as it's a 'bed and DVD' kinda day, but I'll be strong and be diligent and do Uni work, and maybe just watch movies in the afternoon :)
That's all I've got.
** I've just re-read this - clearly in a 'fuck' mood, as there's a few F bombs dropped into this one!.
When we were young whenever we'd go to the beach on holidays it would *always* rain the first week (Holiday were usually two weeks) this happened every time we went to the beach, to the point that it started to be known as (insert my family name here) curse. My brother has clearly kept on this tradition, as two years ago when he last went to the beach on holidays it.... Yes you guessed it - Rained, though it didn't flood, but still rain and the beach sucks!
I spoke to him on the phone today; he was more annoyed that the place they had booked to stay wouldn't give him a refund on his deposit. I was telling him to ring back and tell them you're a doctor not a fucking weatherman and can't control the fucking weather and to get fucked! He just told them he'd never go to their 'apartments' again and would tell everyone he knows never to go there either, and he knows a shit load of people. The 'apartments' are getting back to him tomorrow. I mean a 100% non refund is bullshit! It's not like they are 'booked out' *groans* don't get me started on fucking hotels and their fucking bullshit policies! (I'll let you know if he managed a part refund!)
So today I've read stuff for Uni, and wrote some stuff, but other than that there's been a stream of visitors to this place all day, just 'calling' in while looking at the flood waters. I think I've made about 25 cups of tea / coffee today, including one tea with soy milk, which the person 'dropping' in provided. (Cause THAT wasn't planned Nooo. Who the fuck travels around with their own fucking soy milk!)
So tomorrow there is no uni for me as we're flooded in here, which means no Uni for the rest of this week, as the flood waters won't reside before the end of the week. So I have three days of 'Uni' work time, which is a battle on a rainy day as it's a 'bed and DVD' kinda day, but I'll be strong and be diligent and do Uni work, and maybe just watch movies in the afternoon :)
That's all I've got.
** I've just re-read this - clearly in a 'fuck' mood, as there's a few F bombs dropped into this one!.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Writing Genre Exercises Part One
Genre is going along alright, we've had an assignment added to the list of things we have to complete, but that's ok. We now have to write a 2,000 word creative piece and a write back piece in which we take a section of someone else's work and write back to it, again 2,000 words. I've decided on what I'm doing for that, so it's just a case of writing it now.
In the meantime - we have weekly tasks to complete before the next weeks lecture (Commonly called homework!) This week we had a list of trigger words. I remember, I like, I hate etc and we had to just unload the first thing that came into our heads. My list is below. Not sure if it's right, but that's what came out of my head when I read the 'trigger' words.
The other task is to just write for ten minutes. I feel like I've done this particular writing task over and over again! So I'm in no real rush to write it again, I should dig out some old ones and compare them, to see if I remember the same things.
Anyway - here is my list
I remember: holidays at the beach as a child, endless days in the sun, riding my brothers BMX along the beach, trying to learn to surf, playing cricket with other kids near our caravan, trips to the shop where twenty cents would buy you a massive bag of lollies.
I hate: people who can’t indicate on roundabouts, road rage in general, people who belittle others for their own enjoyment or from the need to feel satisfaction, animal cruelty, child abuse, the ill treatment of others due to gender or sexual preference.
I love: Saturday afternoons knowing you have another twenty four hours before getting back into the grind of daily life. My nephews and their innocents in this world and how everything to them is just so simplistic. My mum for being one of the most amazing women I know.
I never: understand why people are nasty to one another.
I always: treat others as I’d like to be treated. Wear a seatbelt. Drink tea everyday.
I can: play drums, and kinda write.
I wish: my nephews a safe and happy future. To travel overseas before I die. To experience what love is really like.
I hope: I manage to get one thing published, become a better writer, successfully complete my studies
I miss: my grandfather, cheap fuel, my youth.
I believe: for every nice deed done, an equally bad deed is done to cause a counter balance. Life wasn’t meant to be easy, but why complain about it?
Feel free to do a trigger list of your own if you like. Comment me the link if you do, I'll be interested to read them.
That's all I've got.
In the meantime - we have weekly tasks to complete before the next weeks lecture (Commonly called homework!) This week we had a list of trigger words. I remember, I like, I hate etc and we had to just unload the first thing that came into our heads. My list is below. Not sure if it's right, but that's what came out of my head when I read the 'trigger' words.
The other task is to just write for ten minutes. I feel like I've done this particular writing task over and over again! So I'm in no real rush to write it again, I should dig out some old ones and compare them, to see if I remember the same things.
Anyway - here is my list
I remember: holidays at the beach as a child, endless days in the sun, riding my brothers BMX along the beach, trying to learn to surf, playing cricket with other kids near our caravan, trips to the shop where twenty cents would buy you a massive bag of lollies.
I hate: people who can’t indicate on roundabouts, road rage in general, people who belittle others for their own enjoyment or from the need to feel satisfaction, animal cruelty, child abuse, the ill treatment of others due to gender or sexual preference.
I love: Saturday afternoons knowing you have another twenty four hours before getting back into the grind of daily life. My nephews and their innocents in this world and how everything to them is just so simplistic. My mum for being one of the most amazing women I know.
I never: understand why people are nasty to one another.
I always: treat others as I’d like to be treated. Wear a seatbelt. Drink tea everyday.
I can: play drums, and kinda write.
I wish: my nephews a safe and happy future. To travel overseas before I die. To experience what love is really like.
I hope: I manage to get one thing published, become a better writer, successfully complete my studies
I miss: my grandfather, cheap fuel, my youth.
I believe: for every nice deed done, an equally bad deed is done to cause a counter balance. Life wasn’t meant to be easy, but why complain about it?
Feel free to do a trigger list of your own if you like. Comment me the link if you do, I'll be interested to read them.
That's all I've got.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Taking a step back - Genre 003
I've decided to take a step back and plan more re my creative piece. I've got 2,000 words and I want every one of those to bloody rock! So I'm thinking I need to do a bit more planning. I've got the thoughts in my mind, I've just got to be able to remove those, place them into words, and more importantly put them into 2,000 words. That fucking word count is bullshit for a third year writing student! 5,000 minimum would have been a fraction better!
So that's where I'm at really. The other subjects I'm undertaking are doing my head in already. But I'll solider on, the worst that can happen is I'll fail the subjects I've taken this semester - which would suck, but wouldn't be the end of the world for me. I'll just re-do them. I'm not one to stress over stuff like that, it's not after all life and death! Besides 'worry' can't fix anything!
I'm off to the beach this weekend to hang with my cousin, as it's his birthday. So if the 'rain' stops it should be a nice day, if not we'll be hold up at his sisters place watching Zombieland ;P
That's all I've got.
So that's where I'm at really. The other subjects I'm undertaking are doing my head in already. But I'll solider on, the worst that can happen is I'll fail the subjects I've taken this semester - which would suck, but wouldn't be the end of the world for me. I'll just re-do them. I'm not one to stress over stuff like that, it's not after all life and death! Besides 'worry' can't fix anything!
I'm off to the beach this weekend to hang with my cousin, as it's his birthday. So if the 'rain' stops it should be a nice day, if not we'll be hold up at his sisters place watching Zombieland ;P
That's all I've got.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Writing Genre - Process 002
In honour of 'The ScoMan' who diligently proof read my Nanowrinmo piece. My male lead will be called...... Scott :P
I've re-read this, and I'm not happy with it. I don't think it's punchy (Excuse the pun) enough. I can see what I want to write in my mind, but it's not coming out in words.
Anyway.. This was the fight intro I wrote. Let me know what you think, remembering that I've got a 2,000 word limit, so I've not got a lot of space to talk about 'beads of sweat dripping from his brow'!
He wasn’t sure just why his flatmate had attacked him, what he did know was he was currently in a fight for his life. Blow by blow of fists and feet rained down upon him and he did everything is his power to fight his now extremely aggressive flatmate Michael off. Scott’s legs jarred from the force of the kick which pushed Michael off him, far enough away for Scott to get to his feet. Michael said nothing, other than grunting at Scott, launching at him again, his arms flaying around with no real direction other than to make contact with Scott’s body. Michael ran at him and Scott quickly stepped to the side, tripping Michael up. He fell to the ground, slaming face first onto the glass coffee table, shattering it into tiny piece which embedded itself into his face like a pin cushion.
That is when Scott noticed it. A hit to the head like that would put most people on their arse. But Michael got up, his eyes a vibrant green, face covered in blood and glass, he snarled at Scott, like a dog would, if you where trying to take its food away. Scott had to think on his feet; clearly fighting Michael off wasn’t going to stop him right now. He looked behind him as Michael again made a run for him. Scott grabbed the door to the pantry, and shoved the staggering Michael into it, before securing it. A bit of time out in there with the baked beans was what Michael needed, long enough for Scott to find out some answers.
Scott slumped down with his back to the pantry door, his body still being hammered from Michael’s attempts to break the door down. ‘Fucking hell’ He moved away from the door. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you Michael?’ Scott yelled through the door. Expecting an answer, but knowing full well he wasn’t about to get a polite conversation out of his flatmate. Scott secured the door with some furniture and sat down to assess the situation that had just unfolded.
Let me know what you think. I just think it reads like a typical 'zombie' story intro. Or maybe that's just me.
With WAY too much shit to read for the three classes I'm taking this semester...
That's all I've got.
I've re-read this, and I'm not happy with it. I don't think it's punchy (Excuse the pun) enough. I can see what I want to write in my mind, but it's not coming out in words.
Anyway.. This was the fight intro I wrote. Let me know what you think, remembering that I've got a 2,000 word limit, so I've not got a lot of space to talk about 'beads of sweat dripping from his brow'!
He wasn’t sure just why his flatmate had attacked him, what he did know was he was currently in a fight for his life. Blow by blow of fists and feet rained down upon him and he did everything is his power to fight his now extremely aggressive flatmate Michael off. Scott’s legs jarred from the force of the kick which pushed Michael off him, far enough away for Scott to get to his feet. Michael said nothing, other than grunting at Scott, launching at him again, his arms flaying around with no real direction other than to make contact with Scott’s body. Michael ran at him and Scott quickly stepped to the side, tripping Michael up. He fell to the ground, slaming face first onto the glass coffee table, shattering it into tiny piece which embedded itself into his face like a pin cushion.
That is when Scott noticed it. A hit to the head like that would put most people on their arse. But Michael got up, his eyes a vibrant green, face covered in blood and glass, he snarled at Scott, like a dog would, if you where trying to take its food away. Scott had to think on his feet; clearly fighting Michael off wasn’t going to stop him right now. He looked behind him as Michael again made a run for him. Scott grabbed the door to the pantry, and shoved the staggering Michael into it, before securing it. A bit of time out in there with the baked beans was what Michael needed, long enough for Scott to find out some answers.
Scott slumped down with his back to the pantry door, his body still being hammered from Michael’s attempts to break the door down. ‘Fucking hell’ He moved away from the door. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you Michael?’ Scott yelled through the door. Expecting an answer, but knowing full well he wasn’t about to get a polite conversation out of his flatmate. Scott secured the door with some furniture and sat down to assess the situation that had just unfolded.
Let me know what you think. I just think it reads like a typical 'zombie' story intro. Or maybe that's just me.
With WAY too much shit to read for the three classes I'm taking this semester...
That's all I've got.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Writing Genre - Process 001
Hello everyone,
I've been out all day today. However I'm here to give you all a quick update on just where I'm at with this Genre piece.
When I write, I like to make sure I have the readers attention quickly. That 'oohh what happens next' is important to me as a reader, so as I writer I like to deliver that to my audience.
Because this piece is 2,000 words it restricts the 'beginning middle and end' of a normal story. But the chunk I'm planning to write will hopefully be fast paced action, in a horror fantasy environment that will have appropriate amounts of violence in it and allow for the story to be short and sharp, but still leaving the reader satisfied.
Getting inside my readers minds.
I've literally thrown together a quick survey on genre (You'll see what I mean about thrown and quick when you click the link!) I've done it to get a better understanding of what other people think of genre, such as their favourite genre and why they like it. So if you've got 5 mins spare could you please have a look at it and answer the Q's.
Genre Survey
In the meantime - this is the opening lines to my genre piece thus far. I originally wrote a fight scene, and then the character (yet to be named, I'm open to suggestions) escapes and is then in the scene below. But I thought I might 'build' the suspense. Let me know and I'll put the opening fight scene up tomorrow and you can tell me which one works better.
A shard of light beamed into the darkened room, this sun was coming up, and the sound of his heart was deafening in his ears. He consciously control his breathing, He didn’t want to get discovered here, as he knew he’d be dead in less than a minute if he was.
He quietly moved toward the light squinting through the small crack in the wall, the outside light hurt his eyes, and took a moment to adjust, blurry vision becoming sharper, he held his breath as his eye darted left and right in search for any sign of them outside. He couldn’t hear anything, but that meant nothing.
He’d been held up in this place for two days now. Staying low, keeping as quiet as he could. He’d have to make a break for it eventually though, as his water was almost gone. He needed a weapon however, as without something to defend himself he might as well stay in this place until he withered and died.
There was nothing left in the house, it had been boarded up, and anything that could be used as a weapon had been already taken by who ever had got there before him. He squinted harder through the crack, turning his head so he could try and see further down the street. His heart pounding in his chest, his mouth dry, he swallowed hard and thought to himself. ‘Fuck I don’t won’t to die today.’
That's all I've got.
I've been out all day today. However I'm here to give you all a quick update on just where I'm at with this Genre piece.
When I write, I like to make sure I have the readers attention quickly. That 'oohh what happens next' is important to me as a reader, so as I writer I like to deliver that to my audience.
Because this piece is 2,000 words it restricts the 'beginning middle and end' of a normal story. But the chunk I'm planning to write will hopefully be fast paced action, in a horror fantasy environment that will have appropriate amounts of violence in it and allow for the story to be short and sharp, but still leaving the reader satisfied.
Getting inside my readers minds.
I've literally thrown together a quick survey on genre (You'll see what I mean about thrown and quick when you click the link!) I've done it to get a better understanding of what other people think of genre, such as their favourite genre and why they like it. So if you've got 5 mins spare could you please have a look at it and answer the Q's.
Genre Survey
In the meantime - this is the opening lines to my genre piece thus far. I originally wrote a fight scene, and then the character (yet to be named, I'm open to suggestions) escapes and is then in the scene below. But I thought I might 'build' the suspense. Let me know and I'll put the opening fight scene up tomorrow and you can tell me which one works better.
A shard of light beamed into the darkened room, this sun was coming up, and the sound of his heart was deafening in his ears. He consciously control his breathing, He didn’t want to get discovered here, as he knew he’d be dead in less than a minute if he was.
He quietly moved toward the light squinting through the small crack in the wall, the outside light hurt his eyes, and took a moment to adjust, blurry vision becoming sharper, he held his breath as his eye darted left and right in search for any sign of them outside. He couldn’t hear anything, but that meant nothing.
He’d been held up in this place for two days now. Staying low, keeping as quiet as he could. He’d have to make a break for it eventually though, as his water was almost gone. He needed a weapon however, as without something to defend himself he might as well stay in this place until he withered and died.
There was nothing left in the house, it had been boarded up, and anything that could be used as a weapon had been already taken by who ever had got there before him. He squinted harder through the crack, turning his head so he could try and see further down the street. His heart pounding in his chest, his mouth dry, he swallowed hard and thought to himself. ‘Fuck I don’t won’t to die today.’
That's all I've got.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sh Sh Sh Shaving
It’s that time of year followers when you get out the clippers and shave you hair off for charity! Otherwise known as (booming voice) The Worlds Greatest Shave!! While I know some people are really attached to their hair. *lol* literally!! Once you’ve had a family member go through cancer treatment, you realise it’s only hair and it will grow back. So I’m shaving my hair off to raise money for The Leukaemia Foundation.
What an awesome thing you’re doing Sal, how can I help you? I can hear you asking… Well wonder no more – simply click on the link below. (Or click that big blue image there on the right of your screen!)
CLICKY CLICK TO DONATE
You’ll be transported to my sponsor page, where you can part with you cash for a very worthy cause. I’ll post photos of my head once I’ve shaved it. (Current hair is in a pic below) At this stage I doubt VERY much I’ll have to go pink, as I’m flat out making $500.00 Which is my goal. So if you’ve got some spare coin and a credit card, please sponsor me – anything over $2.00 is tax deductible.
Re Uni:
I’ve thrown some thoughts down on paper re my genre piece. So I’ll type some of that up and post it tomorrow, I’m off now to read about “Popular fictions: the logistics and practices of a literary field.” by Ken Gelder.
That’s all I’ve got.
This is my hair by the way :)
What an awesome thing you’re doing Sal, how can I help you? I can hear you asking… Well wonder no more – simply click on the link below. (Or click that big blue image there on the right of your screen!)
CLICKY CLICK TO DONATE
You’ll be transported to my sponsor page, where you can part with you cash for a very worthy cause. I’ll post photos of my head once I’ve shaved it. (Current hair is in a pic below) At this stage I doubt VERY much I’ll have to go pink, as I’m flat out making $500.00 Which is my goal. So if you’ve got some spare coin and a credit card, please sponsor me – anything over $2.00 is tax deductible.
Re Uni:
I’ve thrown some thoughts down on paper re my genre piece. So I’ll type some of that up and post it tomorrow, I’m off now to read about “Popular fictions: the logistics and practices of a literary field.” by Ken Gelder.
That’s all I’ve got.
This is my hair by the way :)
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