University is officially over! So pleased to announce that despite all the tears and tantrums, I will be graduating with a 2:1 (Second Upper Class) Creative Writing Degree in October.
The past four months since my first post have been a whirlwind of emotions from saying goodbye to many incredible people, moving to a completely new area, job hunting, and life planning. They say University is like riding a bike through a burning corridor…Well upon leaving University, that corridor has been burnt away and you’re left stumbling lifelessly through the rubble, choking on the ashy embers that have taken away everything you know and love.
I had a council tax bill come through the door the other day which was a massive shock to the system after being exempt from paying as a student. How am I supposed to afford this?! I panicked, crunching the numbers while my last paycheck from my part-time job hung miserably in front of me, looking slightly crumpled and rather useless. I know how you feel, buddy!
Luckily, I have an interview for a nicely paid office job lined up and with any luck, I will get it. However, (this is where the pain of a writer comes in) the job is full time leaving me less of an opportunity to write. I know I will get there though, especially with the support system I have around me.
Each one of my family and friends shine around me like flashlights at that end of that ashy corridor, letting me know that I am not alone and that I’m not far from reaching the safety of my dreams.
I’m kicking the novel back up the butt this evening and I’ve started doing some research into the seventh child of a seventh child and I’ve sent out a couple of emails to some experts in witchcraft. “What is the novel about?!” I hear you cry! Never fear, my darlings! You shall find out in due course.