Hello everyone!
I'm back to normal now I think, we haven't been told to post anymore blog posts with regards to the creative writing work, so I believe I can continue narrating my life for all four of you to read ;)
I kid of course, there's probably just me ;)
I'm changing the font up a bit for this post, or at least I think I am. It's coming up different in the drafting stage, but I won't know if it's actually different on the blog until I post it, and by then it will be too late. Let's cross our fingers I'm not full of shit then, shall we?
Anyway, as the title suggests, The End is Nigh, and with this I am referring to a lot of things. The end of 2014 is quite an obvious one, with us being nine days away from Christmas (ARGHH!!) and then a few days later its 2015 (more ARGHH!!). This year seems to have flown by, as do they all, so its not that much of a surprise that we're nearly fifteen years into this millennium. It just makes me feel really old instead.
Speaking of old, my time as a child has come to an end - I am officially eighteen years old now and have been for a couple of months. Legal to drink, gamble, vote and get a tattoo. Just a few things that I obviously yearned for as a seventeen year old? ;)
I do want a tattoo to be honest, I already know what I want as well. I've known for years and I always said that if I still thought it was a good idea when I turned eighteen then I would definitely get them done. I want two, on my ribs on the right side, because I don't want it somewhere that isn't covered by all the clothing I own and I wanted to be able to see it because a tattoo is for me, not for anyone else, so it being on my back is out of the question. Also I'm not a frat boy who wants some tribal thing across my shoulders or down my arm or a drunk girl who thinks a tramp-stamp is a good idea. Not judging, just expressing my educated opinion.
My time at Wyke has nearly come to an end too, which means that my UCAS application is finished and is ready to be sent off. UCAS is the website us academic enthusiasts use in the UK to apply to go to university, something that I not only want to do, but I believe I have to do. I'm going to be the first person in my whole family to attend uni, and since I like being different, it makes sense for me to go. ;)
I'll be honest, I have left it quite late in comparison to everyone else in terms of applying, but when it comes to a decision like this, I wasn't going to rush into it just to meet the false deadline the college put in place. The UCAS deadline is January. Sending it off today is plenty of time.
I've applied to five different unis, all with a similar course - Creative Writing. The course obviously differs between each uni, but they all stem from creative writing in some way, whether it's alongside English or professional writing, or both. My original plan was to apply for a psychology course, but my AS results and my predicted A2 suggest that that probably wasn't a viable option for me. Everyone has said that even if I don't get an A overall for psychology, I could still do a course at uni as some don't even require you to do psychology at A level, but I was just put off. My results at AS really got me down about what I wanted to do at university, and it made more sense for me to pursue a passion that I'm good at, rather than a financially stable career that I'm not good at.
I don't want to go into journalism or anything like that, I simply want to be a writer and then eventually I'm going to open my own book store. I don't want to be part of some chain or anything, just a quaint little independent book store, with a small cafe to one side so people can come in, buy a book (hopefully my book) and curl up in a corner with a nice cup of tea. That's a modest dream, right? It's certainly a lot less ostentatious than my goal to own a Bentley. But that's definitely happening so shh.
Speaking of Bentley's, the final Skulduggery Pleasant book came out a few months ago. you heard me, THE FINAL SP BOOK CAME OUT. THE LAST ONE. NO MORE. THE STORY ENDED. THE END WAS MOST CERTAINLY NIGH. I DIED INSIDE. IT WAS MAGICAL. LITERALLY OF COURSE, BUT ALSO METAPHORICALLY. IT KILLED ME. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. IT WAS PAINFUL. IT WAS PERFECT.
I knew that day had to come eventually, I just hadn't really got to grips with how painful it was actually going to be. I think Finn came to realise how much these books mean to me, seen as though he's actually started reading them now. He already owned book one so for his birthday I bought him books two, three and four. He can join me in my suffering now. MWAHAHA ;)
Skulduggery Pleasant was, is, and always will be my favourite book series. It has everything that a great book could want and more, and its one of the reasons I wanted to become a writer. Reading the last book after a year of waiting has reawakened that same voice within me that wanted nothing more that to be a writer, to put pen to paper, or rather fingertip to keyboard, and write novels with funny punchlines and heart breaking plot twists. Derek Landy is the sole cause for my broken heart, and the drive behind my need to pass that pain onto you, my unsuspecting readers. You don't know it yet, but I'm going to emotionally destroy you.
I ain't even sorry.
