I’m asking for some advice and hopeful one of you out in the blogosphere can help.
Can anyone recommend a good writing software, preferably free, such as Scrivener etc?
It’s mainly for short story writing.
Thank you in advance 😀
It might sound strange calling a blog post “What a Year” in the middle of June but my academic year has recently drawn to a close. Today I received the results of all my hard work, tears, often shouted “I can’t do this” and head-stuck-in-a-book weekends. I passed. Not only did I pass but I averaged a 1st for my first year at university doing my English degree. I’m completely over the moon ecstatic and somewhat amazed at myself.
A year ago, I was counting down the weeks until I started uni. Nervous about whether I would: –
Ok. So sometimes it did feel like they were talking a foreign language and sometimes I didn’t have a clue what they were talking about but that was ok. The lecturers were always happy to explain or go through anything whether after class or in their appointment times, which in all honesty they were always pushing to get us to come and see them! Biscuits were usually offered and a nice chat so I have taken them up on this a couple of times.
I did manage to read all of the books throughout the year although I didn’t understand some of them but that was ok too. Everybody has their own take on a book, whether you like it, hate it or simply don’t get it, you’re never going to like everything you read. That’s just a matter of taste and preference. The books were always interesting though and at times a little bit weird, (I’m thinking Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead).
Well I wasn’t the only “old person”. There was quite a large number of mature students and the class was a real mix of ages. Everyone was really friendly and I have got to know some lovely people. We have quite the group of older students who meet up in the library for coffee and a chat, whether it’s about assignments, kids or the specials coming out in Aldi. God, we’re so rock and roll!
I was nervous last year before I started. I suppose you could call it fear of the unknown. Apart from a short course with the Open University a few years back, it had been 26 years since I was in education and that’s a bloody long time! I cannot begin to explain though how glad I am that I attended an Open Day last summer and was blown away by what Staffs Uni said to me. It didn’t matter that I had no A-levels. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t fresh out of college. I had life experience and a willingness to learn and that’s what mattered. My life seemed to open up at that point and I haven’t looked back since. There have been talks from past graduates about their career paths, trips to the theatre, a weekend away in Yorkshire to see the Bronte parsonage and so many more highlights.
So, for anyone out there thinking about starting university or going back to education, I would wholeheartedly recommend it. Don’t be nervous. Yes, it’s life changing but in such a good way and the people you meet and the experiences you have along the way make it all worthwhile.
As well as my university place being accepted, I have also heard that my student finance is now in place. The only thing left to do now is tell my boss I would like part-time hours from September. Ha! So easy to say but nerve-racking nonetheless. I have to work, unfortunately, but it’s true. I have a romantic notion of coming out of lectures, sitting in cafes with my laptop writing essays and hanging out with other like-minded individuals talking shop and being intellectual. Yeah right. I’ll be hightailing it from my lectures like a bat out of hell to get to the office, changing into a suit and heels whilst driving at break neck speed to fit in a couple of hours before it’s time to pick the small person up. Phew.
One of the funniest things about me becoming a uni student is that my daughter will also become one. Our three years as undergraduates will run side by side but how different they will be. She will no doubt take part in freshers week, drinking games and initiation ceremonies that as her mum I don’t really want to think about. Me on the other hand will probably be curled up on the sofa in my pj’s with a cuppa whilst my classmates pour vodka down each others throats and run through the town half-naked.
It will be interesting to see how we both fair in our different journeys. She turns eighteen this week. She is just starting out and I’m excited for her. I feel that maybe I’m just starting out too, well certainly on this university journey and I’m a little bit excited for me too.
My UCAS application is about to be submitted and I shall wait anxiously for confirmation that I shall be offered a place. I have decided to apply for university. A BA Hons. degree in English no less. I have researched the financing and have decided to go for it.
The last few nights have been taken up with perfecting my personal statement. It’s harder than I realised to sell myself. As a nation, we British aren’t very good at that. I didn’t want to sound pretentious and big headed but I’ve tried not to be too self effacing and have given it my best shot.
Tomorrow afternoon, I’m going to meet the head of the english department at the university. A short informal chat so she can sum me up. She has told me that I will have a small piece of work to do before the university will accept me. Hopefully this will go well.
A New Year. A time for resolutions perhaps. Or maybe a return to things already started but left idle, whilst time passed unnoticed.
I started this blog in the summer of 2011, with the view that I would post as often as I could. My last post was September, (aaargh!)! I can’t believe it! Where has the time gone and why the hell have I stopped blogging?
I logged on tonight and read a couple of my old posts and thought “ I enjoyed writing this, why the hell did I stop?” I think it would be fair to say that life got in the way!
The Uni course started at the beginning of November so most evenings are taken up with that. By the way the course is great and I passed the first assignment with flying colours!!! Yay me!! O.K. enough of the big head!
Then all the excitement (and stress) of Christmas was here before I could blink. And now here I am in January, resolutions at the ready and this is mine. I shall stop worrying about not writing posts and start posting a bit at a time, when I can! Easy peasy!
Happy New Year to you all! x
When I started this blog, it was a way of writing every day, (well nearly every day) and doing something for me. I enjoy writing the blog, although I sometimes get stuck for ideas. But it has made me realise that I need to do something else with my life. I am a mum, wife, cleaner, taxi driver and work part-time and after all that, there isn’t very much time left for little ole me.
As mentioned in a previous post, I have begun to look at doing another course with the Open University and the more I read up about the courses and nose around online, the more I want to do something.
They have an openings course aimed at beginners who perhaps don’t have a lot of confidence (like me) and haven’t studied for a long time, (also like me).
It’s called Making Sense of the Arts and is a good starting course to help me on the way to possibly doing a BA Hons English Language and Literature degree! Sounds scary just typing that! One step at a time me thinks!
Anyway, the literature is coming in the post so I shall have a good read through and hopefully register on the openings course before the end of next week! Wish me luck…
Last year, I went through a period of wanting to change something in my life. I wanted to do something just for me. After a few weeks of wondering what this dilemma would bring, I stumbled upon the Open University website and hey presto, a light bulb switched on over my head.
I could do this! It was distance learning so I wouldn’t have to think about the children if hubby was working away and the short courses only needed only a few hours input each week.
After trawling the website, I found the course I wanted to do. It was called Start Writing Fiction. I signed up straight away and had about three months to wait before the course started. I waited in eager anticipation for the coursework to arrive and when it did I was like a child at Christmas. I couldn’t wait to get started!
The start date soon came around and I sat at the P.C. all ready to go. For the first two weeks I really enjoyed it. Then came the third week and disaster struck. Hubby, toddler and myself all had the flu. The last thing I felt like doing when toddler went to bed was sitting at the computer desk.
We had the flu for a few weeks, so by the time I went back to the course, I was quite behind. Also, it was just before Christmas so there was that added pressure as well. That was when all my earlier confidence disappeared. Seeing how far in front the other students were only made it worse, too.
In the end, I withdrew from the course. I felt like a complete and utter failure and to this day I haven’t looked at any of the coursework or even been on the website because that just serves to remind me that I didn’t complete it. I look back now and think should I have made more of an effort? And perhaps maybe I should have, but that’s hindsight for you!
Today, however, from a thought out of nowhere, I pulled out one of the prospectuses that I had put away with all the coursework. There was still that thrill when I read about the different courses and I slowly all those thoughts started swirling around my head again and I began to wonder…
Should I? Could I? Dare I?
If I can just pluck up a little bit more confidence (and pray for no flu epidemic to break out) then there is a maybe just there…..
And is that a light I see shining above me…?
Made what you may ask?
Well let me tell you. I have being blogging every day now for a whole week!
Perhaps, anybody reading this may think that it isn’t a very long time. And yes, it is just a miniscule drop in the blogging ocean but I am very proud that I have got here.
As a mere sardine in this ocean, I thought perhaps joining the Postaday2011 was too much of a challenge. Trying to post something every day was on a couple of occasions, a bit of a push but I am glad I persevered.
Being part of Postaday2011 has made me make the effort. I wouldn’t like to miss a day now because I would feel like I had failed when I have only just begun.
When you read about how writers get started, they often talk about being disciplined and to “just write”. Well, the Postaday has been an excellent discipline for me, whilst i am starting out in the world of writing and blogging.
As a personal goal, I am going to try to take a little more time on each post. Even if the post will be a short one.
I have never shown anybody what I have written before and having a blog page for fellow bloggers and social networks to view, gives me that little bit more inspiration to carry on and become a better writer. And perhaps, in time, I will become a bigger fish in this blogging ocean!