I have been meaning to post this for over a week, since I posted the others but it kept slipping my mind. Well here it is, the final notebook and possibly my favourite. This time I had found one of my old purses that the zip had fallen off so it was no longer usable and basically ripped it apart until I was left with the outer section which I then cut to fit my notebook. It took around 5 minutes to do and I love it.
Not majorly, or really not very much at all since I’d only written 50 words. But it still counts. And the shortness was relevant as I’d sent my story along to fiftywordstories.com. I’d stumbled across it after discovering someone talking about it here on WordPress and decided to take a look, and after reading through some of the other published stories I thought why not try myself? So I reworded and shuffled around one of the ‘OneWord’ pieces I had posted here a few weeks ago and submitted it, the first thing I have ever submitted. I thought nothing of it until over a week later, yesterday, I received an email saying that my story would be published to the website today. If you’d like to read it here’s the link; http://fiftywordstories.com/2012/09/18/bernadette-woods-the-end-of-the-line/
Firstly I’d like to apologise for being MIA for the past few days but I have been on maid of honor duty. Secondly I’d like to show off my arts and crafts project of the day and explain it.
Being a student I almost never have any money, so when I do I want to spend it on clothes/fixing my breaking down car/going out and not on ‘fancy’ stationary. But I also do not want boring, ugly stationary. So I decided to combine both, and created my own for no more than £1 or a mere 20p per notebook. Call me Martha Stewart 2.0. (Thirdly I’d like to point out that I can do Math, there’ll be one more finished tomorrow.)
To make them I bought 5 notebooks, one for each of the modules I will be studying this year. They were just plain, cheap, and ideal. Then I went on a search around my house for broken bits of jewelry, sequins and anything else I could find that would spice them up. Here’s the starting point:
And here are the end results (the titles of my classes have no relation to the decor):
I flexed my fingers around the object checking my grip. I was literally holding on for dear life. I knew that if I lost it it would not only be the end of my life, but for everyone in this world.
Which do you prefer?
Personally, I love actually writing, getting out a notebook and jotting down ideas, the startings of a chapter or even shuffling around character names and personality traits. Doing this in a word processor? Not as easily done. I just can not keep track.
And I know that when writing a novel or really any piece of professional writing that technology is a necessity but doesn’t anyone else still prefer to hand write? To flick through the pages and see what you’ve achieved and conjured up. I know I do.
I didn’t know whether to surrender or fight, or whether I had the energy and strength to fight even if I wanted to. But I knew, somewhere inside of me that thinking this was just a distraction. I had no options, I could not surrender, I had to fight, and I had to win.
It was getting harder and harder to sustain the tough girl bravado I had been displaying since the hunt had begun. I was exhausted, extremely dehydrated and I was out of options. The creature was advancing now, though slower, no longer bothering to run. It was just as aware as I was that I had no way to escape.
I apologise for http://oneword.com/ taking over my blog. I will hopefully have more interesting things to post soon.