The Oscars are on Television.
And as the people go up to accept their award for their dominance in their chosen field...I'm taken back.
Back to a time where I was standing in front of a bedroom mirror, teddy in hand, accepting my Oscar for *insert obsession here*. Whether it was for acting, directing, writing... I was practising for when my real Oscar was awarded.
Watching the 2013 awards...obviously I'm still not nominated.
Best get back to practising then.
Hm, where's my teddy bear?
Sunday 24 February 2013
Saturday 16 February 2013
Being a Writing Coward.
If you're not aware, I'm in the precipice of being a writer...well kind of.
I'm a writing student at University, I write (almost) everyday, read a lot (thank you Uni readings) and...well...I just want to be one, OK? I don't need to justify it to you; though I was the one who started it.
Through Uni, they've given us a range of tools to get our works published.
Techniques on storytelling, writing and editing our work,
The expectations of publishers, the knock backs and the comebacks we'll have to deal with AKA preparation for the real writing world,
The chance to work with people in the writing industry, both locally and internationally and in a vast range of genres.
Another tool they have given us (well lead us to) are literary journals; magazines waiting for your unpublished, fantastic prose to print. Whether it's poetry, short stories, non-fiction; if it's good enough, they'll publish it.
The idea of an actual journal publishing my work is the most exciting thing I can think of.
Despite most of these journals being small, local, hardly read by anyone and not-for-profit - few journals pay money for your work; they don't have the funds - I still (badly) want my work to be in one of those journals.
I've had a look around and found a couple of local journals that encourage local writers. I think this is a good place for me to start.
I have even narrowed it down and after look at some (buying them is a good idea to get a feel of what they're after) I have even chosen which one I'd like to send my work to.
Yes; I have a piece of work waiting to be sent. I wrote it late at night weeks ago (I found out some news that made me angry and hence a good muse for my writing) and since then I've edited it, formatted it, read it over and over and if I had to be honest - I quite like it.
Then doubt creeps in.
I keep thinking that it's not good enough; that the editors will take one look at it, burst into laughter and send a "are you serious, this is the worst crap we have ever read" email back to me.
I know it's silly, and even if it is crap (which it is) they'd never put it in those words.
It's a horrifying thought, thinking that someone, somewhere (and being a small city, not far away from me) is looking at my work and deciding whether it's good enough for print - no matter how small that publisher is.
I have a deadline; submissions for issue 4 are due early March; if I don't send my work in by then I'll be kicking myself, and I will have the nervous wait of the next issue submissions (months away).
If I do send it in, I'll be kicking myself; what was I thinking; my work isn't good enough to be in one of those lit mags!
I'll never know until I try. The bottom line is; if I don't hand anything in - then it will most certainly never get published.
I just need to get over my Cowardly Lion act over writing:
"I do believe in books, I do believe in books, I do, I do, I do, I do."
I'm a writing student at University, I write (almost) everyday, read a lot (thank you Uni readings) and...well...I just want to be one, OK? I don't need to justify it to you; though I was the one who started it.
Through Uni, they've given us a range of tools to get our works published.
Techniques on storytelling, writing and editing our work,
The expectations of publishers, the knock backs and the comebacks we'll have to deal with AKA preparation for the real writing world,
The chance to work with people in the writing industry, both locally and internationally and in a vast range of genres.
Another tool they have given us (well lead us to) are literary journals; magazines waiting for your unpublished, fantastic prose to print. Whether it's poetry, short stories, non-fiction; if it's good enough, they'll publish it.
The idea of an actual journal publishing my work is the most exciting thing I can think of.
Despite most of these journals being small, local, hardly read by anyone and not-for-profit - few journals pay money for your work; they don't have the funds - I still (badly) want my work to be in one of those journals.
I've had a look around and found a couple of local journals that encourage local writers. I think this is a good place for me to start.
I have even narrowed it down and after look at some (buying them is a good idea to get a feel of what they're after) I have even chosen which one I'd like to send my work to.
Yes; I have a piece of work waiting to be sent. I wrote it late at night weeks ago (I found out some news that made me angry and hence a good muse for my writing) and since then I've edited it, formatted it, read it over and over and if I had to be honest - I quite like it.
Then doubt creeps in.
I keep thinking that it's not good enough; that the editors will take one look at it, burst into laughter and send a "are you serious, this is the worst crap we have ever read" email back to me.
I know it's silly, and even if it is crap (which it is) they'd never put it in those words.
It's a horrifying thought, thinking that someone, somewhere (and being a small city, not far away from me) is looking at my work and deciding whether it's good enough for print - no matter how small that publisher is.
I have a deadline; submissions for issue 4 are due early March; if I don't send my work in by then I'll be kicking myself, and I will have the nervous wait of the next issue submissions (months away).
If I do send it in, I'll be kicking myself; what was I thinking; my work isn't good enough to be in one of those lit mags!
I'll never know until I try. The bottom line is; if I don't hand anything in - then it will most certainly never get published.
I just need to get over my Cowardly Lion act over writing:
"I do believe in books, I do believe in books, I do, I do, I do, I do."
Saturday 9 February 2013
Bogan Boys and Babies.
I know I get a lot of traffic from overseas, so for those fortunate people that don't have to contend with the horror that is, a 'Bogan', here's what I'm talking about.
Sexy, aren't they?
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The reason these Bundy drinking, F word swearing, sub-woofers pumping, C bomb dropping bastards are the topic of conversation today, is because I am very...er lets say...fortunate...to be neighbours with lads like these.
And It's really starting to get to me.
They always have fights, rev up their shitty cars really loudly, have a horrible dog; which is gone into detail Here, smoke weed (and other illicit drugs, no doubt), drink till they're pissed, and fix up cars in their backyard (which is illegal by the way).
*If there's any Australian cops reading this and wish to investigate, I'd be happy to oblige, just get into contact.
Anyway; I could literally go on all day complaining about them. And this is basically why this post exists.
Today I was hanging out the washing when I heard them outside. They were swearing (of course) and as the conversation went on, these two testosterone-d filled men got more and more angry with each other.
Needless to say I quickly hung out the washing and ran inside.
*
A couple of days ago I was reading and I could here two dogs fighting. My neighbours dogs. My neighbours all the while laughed and cheered as the two dogs went each other. I'm pretty sure that's also illegal; well at the very least RSPCA should check it out.
*
Australia Day - AKA Bogan Day. Parties like you wouldn't believe; crazy. I don't even want to go into detail.
If you haven't guessed already, A Bogan isn't something you want to strive to be. But some strange, low aspiring people in Australia do.
There are different levels of Bogan's, and the occasional soft Bogan is totally OK to deal with.
What I always find funny are TV portrayals of the Bogan. However experiencing them in real life is not funny at all. Most of the time it's downright frightening.
It also disturbs me when people from overseas (yeah, I'm talking to you) thinks all Aussies are, are Bogan's in Kangaroo pouches...lol.
So basically, in conclusion, my life is made a living hell by the stereotype that is a Bogan. Because not only do I have a Bogan family on one side of my fence. There's another Bogan family on the other.
*I'd just like to say, I'm not a Bogan...in case you were wondering.
** Also if you are a Bogan...sorry if I offended you. I also congratulate you if you're able to read this; well done. Also, cover up that Southern Cross tattoo.
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