Sarah Bates I waffle, therefore I am

20Feb/120

On fear, Panic Attacks and Overcoming Them.

Being vulnerable is important as an artist and storyteller. Being able to speak "from the heart" and express yourself honestly, like an open book, gives the things you write and create a heart and a soul and brings people into them in a way you can't otherwise. All the great creators say that. And I know it, intellectually, logically and from that place in my gut that tells me whether or not I'm doing the right thing or not.

But I can't, for the life of me, actually apply this.

I'm terrified. Absolutely, completely terrified by this idea of putting a part of yourself, expressing vulnerability, on the page or in the picture. And it's affecting my life. Because it's not just in my creative work that this is a problem anymore. I'm afraid of opening up to people.

I had the worst panic attack I've ever experienced a few days ago, which ended in me crouched over the toilet attempting to calm the feeling of nausea. All because I couldn't open up to my boyfriend about why I was afraid of talking to him about why I wanted to wait for a while before I moved straight back in with him.

Even right now, writing this I can feel the fear creeping up like a vine, saying "Don't post this. This is over emotional BS. No one wants to read about your issues." But it hurts NOT to write it.

I want to pour everything I have into something I create. I want to have people read something I write and cry from heartache because they love the characters so much. I want to create something that gives people the same feeling I do when I watch a show that hits me like a tonne of bricks, a story that makes me sit up and think "I can do anything", something that touches people at their very core.

So I'm figuring this out. Bit by bit. I've been hiding in a corner for a long time, fighting harder and harder for the right to stay there. But the walls of the corner are coming down, bit by bit. I won't have anywhere to hide soon. And instead of looking for the next hiding place I'll need to turn around and face the things that are scary.

Whatever those things are.

12Feb/120

How long is a long term goal?

Who says what time duration to put on a long term goal? Who says a long term goal can't be a year, or 6 months? A short term goal can be one month, or a week! A long term goal doesn't need to be five years or more.

I've been sat feeling sorry for myself for the past god-knows-how-many days because I don't have a direction in life and I can't sit on something long enough to actually get anywhere with it. And it's reeeaalllyy been embarrassing me! Of course it's not the best time to even think about what I want in "the long run" right now as I need to work on the getting-a-job thing first, but with all this sudden free time I'm finding that all I think about is the pure lack of emptiness I feel without a long term direction.

Of course my priority-short term goal is simple - Get an income in order to move back in with Mike.

I've never had a long term goal that stuck around for more than a couple of months - that's how I know I'm a scanner and why I took up the endless-30-day-challenge (this month is Sewing, in case you were wondering). But it bothers me. Obviously it bothers me as 80% of this blog is me going on about not having a long term goal. So I have to keep reminding myself - just go for short term goals. Just keep focussing on the small projects - getting a job, moving in with Mike, learning how to record a song on my Dads mac, finishing my novel and my script and... you get the idea.

Screw the 5-year-plan. Embrace the short-long term goal. My long term goal is to move in to a bigger place with Mike. My short term goals are; getting a job, moving back into the flat, learning how to record a song, finishing my novel, starting my script and... whatever the hell else I like!

25Dec/110

A very Christmassy update

We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year! (Except you've got another week to wait until the new year)

Is everyone having a good Christmas? So far, I've spent the day playing with balloon animals, eating too much chocolate and being attacked with a remote controlled helicopter. A good Christmas? I think certainly think so!

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I always stress out about Christmas; have I bought good presents, are the cards ready in time and hoping everyone is going to enjoy the day. But usually, despite my worrying, everything turns out nicely anyway!

In terms of Christmas cards, (I was supposed to be making one every day this month) I have... failed spectacularly! I was supposed to have made 25 by today, and my grand total is actually... 6. I'm actually pretty impressed that I managed to do 6 at all! But after the greatness that was last month, finishing NaNoWriMo I'm a bit disappointed that I've done so terribly this month. However I've learnt a valuable lesson from it, that might not necessarily be true, but will be tested in the coming months. That is, I need a project that I can see the progress on.

So, next months project is going to be to finish the first draft of my novel. I'm aiming for 80k for the first draft. Once I've edited it down, I want to try and get it down to 60k as a final! A plan of action, I have it!

So now it's near the end of the day, I'll curl up with a cup of tea and feel relaxed because I don't have to worrry about Christmas for another year!

Merry Christmas everyone, and I hope you all had a good one!

4Dec/113

Well, at least they’re passionate about ~something~

I work in a store which plays popular music through it's speakers. Stuff like Adele and Beyoncé. I was restocking some shelves, as ya do in retail, and a Taylor Swift song comes on. It's "Teardrops on my Guitar". It has lyrics like

"Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be,
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause"

So yeah, it's about a girl who's in love with a guy who's in love with another girl. Cute, teenage drama stuff. I sing along, because I'm a goof who has grown to like sappy songs that remind me of how I felt when I was 12. (Possibly because I'm subjected to listen to them incessantly at work)

 

Cue girl customer (GC), a short possibly 15 year old girl, and her friend (F).

GC: OMG I love this song so much, I sooo relate to it.

Me (thinking): (Aww, young love, I remember those days, finding any song that even slightly matched my feelings for a guy and clinging onto it... *nostalgic, mildly amused sigh*)

Me: (outloud, because I'm at work and I get paid to annoy talk to customers) Aww, have you got someone you like then?

GC: Yeah, but he's got a bitch girlfriend.

Me: Well that sucks! What's his name?

GC (welling up): Justin Bieber!

Me (inner, thankfully not outer, reaction): *cringe*

F (comforting voice): Oh sweetie, he's sure to dump her soon, she's such a slag!

Me: (purposefully cause a landslide to have several books fall on the floor at once in order to avoid continuing the conversation)

 

Don't get me wrong, I certainly went through my "celebrity crush" phase (and occasionally slip back into it again) but I still have to laugh at people, and at myself, for getting so caught up in the attraction of random public figures. I remember telling my mum when I was 11 that I'd love to have a poster of Leonardo di Caprio on my ceiling so that if it fell off it would mean he would be on top of me.

Ahh, young love, indeed.

27Nov/112

The end of an exciting month: NaNoWriMo review

I did it.

I actually did it.

I can't tell you how unbelievably excited I am to say I actually hit 50,000 words at about 4am on Friday night, got it validated on the NaNoWriMo website straight away and immediately started crying with joy. Seriously. I was in tears.

It was actually pretty sad, because I didn't think I'd actually get emotional about hitting my end-of-month word count (and being able to cross it off the Life List, by the way). But looking back, it's actually meant a great deal to me to have finished it. And although the novel I wrote is not yet finished (I still have another 30k to write before I reach my final first-draft-target for it), I have 50,020 words more than I did 26 days ago.

If you told me back in March that by the end of the year I'd have written 50k on the same story by the end of the year, I would have probably laughed at you (after I'd gotten over the idea of you being a time traveller, of course) and then sobbed into a ball of frustrated angst. It would have been a very sorry sight. Now I feel like I want to go back to that old self, that self who didn't trust herself to start anything new, who had far too many experiences to back her up that I was a loser, and say "It's okay. It get's better. You turn out awesome in the end, and you don't even have that far to go."

And if I ever again dare to doubt my ability to meet a goal, I have a damn certificate to shut me up.

 

Me plus Certificate

That thing is getting framed and then getting hung on my wall.

Once December is out of the way, I'm going to work on finishing the first draft of the book, and then progressively editing it until I have a version that is decent enough to mail to publishers. That's the next step in this story. But the very fact that I can close the chapter on this part is enough to keep me going through the rest of it.

14Nov/111

The Joys of Unemployment…

I wrote this last month, because this month I'll be working on my NaNoWriMo novel and won't be blogging as much. Enjoy it!

Quitting my job at Sainsbury's has been one of the best things I ever did. Yes, it would probably have been more responsible if I'd gotten a decent income before I handed in my notice, and yes, not telling people I quit my job was probably not the most sensible thing I've ever done in my life. But the actual act of being unemployed as been a very educational experience.

I've learnt that there's a very painful social stigma attached to being unemployed. When people ask me that evil, horrible question "What do you do?" (And by the way, that question should be stripped out of the usual conversation, put in a vat of hot oil and fire and boiled slowly to death, in the most painful way possible, while being watched by people singing "We hate you, you evil question", which is sung in the same tune as "We wish you a Merry Christmas", and the whole tune should be video taped . Then someone should burn the tape in a similar way, possibly with more singers) they react with a look of horror when you tell them you're looking for a job. As if every unemployed person around my age is an evil, money grabbing, lazy leech who will never amount to anything and should be treated in the same way I want to treat the question they just asked me.

I've also learnt, that I'm not the only one who feels as though their confidence takes a huge hit every time someone reacts this way. And it's really hurting a lot of people out there, who are unemployed for reasons that aren't anywhere near wanting to leech of the rest of the country. The social pressure to get a job; any job, even jobs that are seriously below their skill and / or comfort level, jobs they're really overqualified for, jobs that make them want to cry when they go to bed at night because they're not using their unique talents to their fullest extent, it's heartbreaking. I've spoken to some people in that situation who have gotten so depressed in their work situation that they couldn't bare to go out and look for more work, or feel so ashamed of where they work that they want to quit the job all over again.

I say we need to change the social stigma there is to being unemployed. So people don't react with surprise and annoyance when they hear it, or act like the person is something awful they wouldn't want to step in. Some people lost their job unintentionally; some people, myself for example, quit their job to get out of the industry they were in; and some people are just leeches who want everyone else to pay for them, but we shouldn't be all shoved into the same category.

If you're reading this and you are unemployed, I'm not just going to tell you "Get a job!", because I've been under that knife before and it makes me cringe. What I will tell you though, is that you're in an excellent situation. I know that's not what everyone wants to tell you. But you suddenly have the freedom to start something fresh. If you've wanted a career change for the past few years but have been afraid to quit; if you wanted some spare time to start up a business (which you can do on no money) or if you've felt like there was more to you then just a crummy supermarket job then figure out what you want to do and take it. Maybe take a job that pays the bills, but that doesn't have to be your new career. Use it to find out what you don't want to do. Use your freedom to create the life for yourself you always wanted. I figured out a lot about myself through my unemployment. One of those things was, that I figured out I was trying to hard to be something I'm not suited for. Now I'm steadily working my way through things I don't want in my life, so I'll gradually find out what I DO want. And I would never have done that if I hadn't been unemployed.

Since writing this, I've managed to get another job which I'll have until the new year. I'm still grateful for the experience and wouldn't change it for the world!

31Oct/110

The Wake Up Early Project Recap

lazybonesThis month I've attempted to wake up at 6am every single day. And almost every single day I...

failed miserably. I did manage to get up before 9am for about six random days, which was definitely an improvement on the norm, but overall it was just a poor, poor result. And I'm really disappointed in myself.

I did find that, on the days I got up earlier, I was significantly more alert, generally happier and more productive than I was on the days were I slept in late. And so, despite the month being at an end, I intend to continue attempting to get up early, practising what I've learnt this month until I can get up at 6am affectively as a habit. I've read so much on the subject now that, I strongly believe that getting up early is one of the most important things to do in order to live a satisfying life.

Starting tomorrow, I'll be attempting to write a 50,000 word novel. Because I'll be trying to keep most of my writing time specifically to the novel, I'll not write blogs... but I'll try and get at least one in, in two weeks time to talk about my progress... Until then, have fun and if you're taking part in NaNoWriMo, good luck to you!

28Sep/110

Reality Check: Stupid is as Stupid Does

I'm pretty dumb sometimes. But I'm human, so, that's a given. Not a second goes by where a human being doesn't make a mistake. But that's probably what's made us the most advanced-thinking species on the planet.

I lied about something stupid (the fact that I lied at all is stupid, but that's another story) and it really hurt some people who very important to me. While questioning myself why I did that, I found out a few facts. Like... how I keep desperately trying to protect peoples image of me. Trying to keep my reputation "clean" in some peoples eyes. And that causes me to either avoid talking to them, or, in this case, lie about something dumb.

Well, that's probably the most stupid thing I can do. Everyone will have a different opinion of me, so trying to carve everyone's opinion of me into something perfect is just downright stupid and eventually those very people I've been trying to like me will be hurt. And, well, that happened. So it seems instead of listening to the advice of hundreds of people in books, I'm living in that painful hard way where I learn from experience. So I can tell people later on "Yeah, don't do that, I know from experience that it's a dumb thing to do."

Here's a couple of facts for you: I'm a delusional, niave, ridiculously insecure, foolish, terribly shy, bitchy, idiotic, emotional human girl who makes mistakes.

I'm gonna stop trying to hide all that from the world now.

21Sep/110

Stuck in a Rut

Updated: I've written another post on this subject, the Quarter Life Crisis. Go check it out if you're under 30 and feeling stuck in a rut, too.

I'm stuck in a rut. And I'm feeling sorry for myself. I keep looking at other people my age and realising they've accomplished a lot more than me in their 25 years of life. Half of my peer group are married, half of the married ones have kids and I'm still living with my parents. Yes, this post will be full of feeling-sorry-for-myself angst. That's what this blog is for though, right? For me to think about where my life is going, waffle about what the hell I want to do with myself and answer the awful question: "Where do I see myself in 10 years".

If I'm still stuck in this rut in 5 years I'll go crazy.

I need a plan. Unfortunately, planning is my least favourite activity, and the skill I am least good at. I'm good at starting wild crazy ideas and not finishing them, not planning my life. But a plan is what I need, and I think a five year plan is something I can accomplish. Except for one very important point:

I have no idea what I want. One day I want to be a writer. The next day I want to be a musician. Today I don't want to do anything that involves me sitting down at a desk and being all alone - I want to jump around outside and do something spectacular. I've already established that I'm a scanner. I should know it's perfectly acceptable for me to want to jump about to different flowers like a bumblebee. But right now, no flower looks attractive to me.

The Cheshire Cat says "If you don't know where you want to go, it doesn't matter which direction you go in," which is sound advice for me right now - I don't NEED to know what I want to do with my life at 25 years old, in fact an awful lot of 25 year olds don't know either. I think what I really want is an adventure, something exciting to happen and for exciting things to keep happening until I DO know what I want to do with my life.

6Sep/110

Weekly Wrap Up

I have weird stages sometimes where I don't want to write any blogs what so ever. And then two weeks later, I write one a day. It must be pretty frustrating as a reader, but then I honestly don't know if anyone actually reads my random waffles. I think I worry that if I don't write a blog post more than a week I'll forget all about it and never write anything again. Which is bull, because I only wrote one post in the whole of July and then I obviously felt that I needed to catch up by posting ten in August.

But this week of not blogging in the slightest has been a lot of fun. Here's a quick run down of things I've done in the past week!

  • My Dad and I spent about an hour in his recording studio making a song. It's pretty funky and when it's done I'll show it off here!
  • I wrote a lot on my web comic: Forgotten. And while there's nothing posted on there yet other than an awesome cover page and a page signifying chapter one has started, you should go check it out because it's going to be great.
  • I wrote a big ol' list of things I've accomplished in the last five years. I was feeling a little down because I thought "Oh god, I'm 25 and I haven't done anything!" except that I actually managed to write 15 things down on my list and every single thing on the list was something I was proud of myself for. Try and make that suck, insecurities.
  • My mum went to Anglesey to visit her brother and brought me back a toy. My mother, the one who tells me I own too many stuffed animals . We spent a good few minutes trying to figure out what it was before reading the label that said it was a raccoon. Of course it is.
Just watch, from here there'll be about 20 blog posts every day for another week. Just so I can say "I told you so" at the end of it. Don't say I didn't warn you.