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.
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!
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!
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.
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.
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!
The Wake Up Early Project Recap
This 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!
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.
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.








