Let's be rational here...

2012-10-24 @ 1:13 p.m.
Frustration


I'm in this annoyingly frustrated/highly inspired mood. Which is such a confusion on my nerves i just want to shut myself away from the world.

I've got to write the first chapter of a novel for my children's fiction module creative assessment. And this involves handing in a plan for said novel, along with character sketches and all that entails.

And i figured, if i've got to go to all this effort for a lousy 50% of a module grade, then i'm going to go all out.

I'm going to research this properly and delve into a world and characters of my own creation. I'm going to write this whole damn novel. I'm going to do whatever it takes.

And i actually feel ready.

But i'm finding that some people...more specifically Lucas...are being what i feel is unsupportive.

Usually i find myself on the same wave length as him. He's basically my best friend after all. But more and more lately, when i've felt enthusiastic and inspired to write, he's been hindering that process.

Whether it's comparing my novel idea to books like Twilight and Fifty Shades (which for the record, it's got absolutely nothing to do with, but the fact that my protagonist has an industrial mogul for a father and Bella's father was a police chief apparently counts) just because he knows this will wind me up. Or poking holes in my new ideas that are only just forming shape. Or even lying in my room while i'm trying to work and being as distracting as possible.

It's killing me.

I keep getting so aggitated at him and he's making me want to cry all the time. I know part of this is because i'm a highly emotional person...but this writing means something to me and i thought, of all people, that he would understand and respect that.

I know he's bored right now and it's making him act out. And i know he misses his girlfriend but doesn't know how to put it into words properly. But this whole negitive behaviour pattern has got to stop.

It's ruining my optimism and making me unhappy and it's just plain unfair.

I want to be able to bounce ideas off of him and take heart in the fact i feel i can write an entire novel for the first time in my life...something i so desperately want to have accomplished.

I don't want to have to send him away and lock myself in my bedroom. But it seems that's the only way to progress at the moment.

<<ghosts []the mist>>


me

A shit load of contradictions, wrapped up neatly, with a nice pretty bow.

adore

Reading. Writing. Zoos & Animal Parks. Bowling. Coffee Ice-cream. Blues Rock/Alternative/Indie Music. Fallen Angels. Wild Flowers. Pastrami. Vanilla Coke. Autumn. Harry Potter. Driving. Turquoise. Southern Comfort. Aviators. Semolina. Christmas. Museums. Dream Catchers. Roller Coasters. Tattoos. Winter Cider. Philosophy. Vintage Shops. Night time. Chinese Lanterns. Hoop earrings. Sci-Fi. Flowery Skirts. Mythical Creatures. Weeping Willows. Castles. Yankee Candles. Rainy Mornings. Ballet Pumps. Baking. Art Galleries. Long pendants. Quills and Ink. Spiced Rum. Libraries. Sleeping. Converse. Forests. Banana Milk. Venetian Masks. Poetry. Fireworks. US License Plates. Graveyards. Quotes. White Chocolate. Cats. Stars. Scrap Books. Shopping. Metallic Nail Varnish. Keepsakes. Phoenixes. Golden Grahams. Horror Movies. Tea (Esp. Rose Earl Grey). Lemonade Shower Gel. Travelling. Tragic Love. Piercings. Old Book & New Sponge Smells. Storms. Witty People. Cherries. Colourful Socks. American Dramas. Airports. Aston Martins. Hazelnut Lattes. Cowboys. Skeleton Keys. Cajun Chicken. Ivy. Dreams. Cinnamon Waffles. Old London. French Cheese. Trilby Hats. Antiques. Colourful Plasters. Postcards. Colourful paperclips. Bangles. Marvel & DC Comics. Key rings. Notebooks.

detest

Dishonesty. Racism. Narrow-Mindedness. Idiocy. Unwarranted Violence. Neglective Parents. Bullying. Unearned Respect. Betrayal. Extreme Heat. Bright Lights. Sickness. Mushrooms & Olives. Alarm Clocks. Unfounded Jealousy. South African Accents. Celebrity Biographies. Suffocating Presences. Restrictions. Superficial people. Game playing. Routines.

desire

Robert Frost Leather Bound Journal.

Small Vinyl Book Ends.

Astro Star Lamp.


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