2017 was one of the best years of my life. It was the year I was hungover for the first time (the morning after my 28th birthday). The year I learned to blow bubbles with bubblegum. The year I signed with a publisher. The year I went to Universeum three times. The year I made so many new friends. It was a year of happiness. Of stability.
Welcome to 2018! Hopefully a year of action. Of being a more prolific writer even during working weeks. A year of no procrastination. A year where I’m hoping to bullet journal properly. A year where maybe I… learn to play the piano? I don’t know. But I love the feeling of January 1st!
We have a friend over and she’s dying to go and watch The Last Jedi again so that’s what we’re doing with today and later I’m going to do some writing as well.
Let’s look at last years goals:
Revise and self-publish “Out of Hand”.
Revise and send “Stargazing” to a publisher.
Try to update my blog once a month.
Not let my tumblr die. If I have one, I need to use it.
Finish The New Story, another contemporary romance.
Please, please, please finish Never break a leg before Christmas, (Come on, Kathy, this is getting ridiculous).
Start the sequel for State of Emergency.
How did I do?
I revised and published (not self-published!) “Out of Hand”. I’m almost done with “Stargazing” and I hope to send it to my publisher later in January, maybe the beginning of February. I didn’t update my blog once a month. My tumblr is not dead. Instead I’m actually using it quite a lot, so that’s good. I *haven’t* finished “The New Story”. I haven’t finished “Never Break a Leg Before Christmas”. I haven’t started a “State of Emergency” sequel.
How do I feel about this?
Perfectly okay. This has been one of my most stimulating but difficult years of my life. I want to write more during 2018, but I’m perfectly fine with my input during 2017.
Author goals for 2018:
*Finish and publish “Stargazing”.
*Finish and publish “The New Story”.
*Be braver and more active on Twitter, probably on Facebook too.
*Read more books. And not just the same books over and over.
*Read more books about writing.
I feel that these goals are attainable and I’m excited to start.
Happy January 1st everyone!
It’s no secret that I’m slightly obsessed with Marina and the Diamond songs. I don’t know if it’s her lyrics or her voice or the fact that she’s half-Greek and half-Welsh and as a half-Swedish, half-Turkish girl I feel a sense of kinship. Whatever it is that has caused it, the end result is the same – I am obsessed with Marina and the Diamond songs.
Now that I have two novels out I have found the four perfect songs to represent my protagonists from “Out of Hand” and “State of Emergency”. Please ignore that it’s just a silly excuse to put more music on my blog.
Out of Hand:
State of Emergency:
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This is a teaser for my novel “Out of Hand” that will be out tomorrow!
“Mimi sank back into her seat and looked out of the window. The trees were still flying by. She was still feeling a bit queasy, but her head was pounding a little bit less and her mind was clear. Her only goal had to be to earn her freedom.
A few months ago I signed with Triplicity Publishing and on Monday the 18th of December “Out of Hand” comes out!
“Mimi Adam lives in a shabby London apartment with an old sewing machine and unpaid bills, learning that working as a modern day seamstress is not what she imagined as a child. Leo lives as a smuggler without a proper home; she wouldn’t call herself a criminal, but she doesn’t shy away from crime.
When Leo is ordered to kidnap Mimi and take her out of the country, the situation quickly gets out of hand. Leo isn’t good at the job and Mimi is bratty, demanding and difficult. A story about cautious friendship and aggressive attraction while on journey across Europe.”
This is a huge post but I needed to write it. Read it if you want.
…or the story on how time flies when (a million things happen at once) you’re having fun.
Because I am having fun. Honestly. Even when it’s hard. Even though I’ve had to scale down in my personal life just to survive the wear and tear of this term. There just isn’t much brain power left when you’re part-time parent to 25 six-year-olds. To those who don’t know it I’m a primary school teacher in my second year of teaching.
I want to share the story of one chaotic afternoon from a few weeks ago. All kids’ names have been changed.
You’ve told me you love me 365000 times.
Probably more than that. Some days you say it more than once.
Does that seem about right my love?
“I love you.”
There. That’s 365001.
For my wife <3.
What can I do now? What can I do to keep every single moment in my mind forever?
How is it possible that Daniella (my student assistant) and I no longer work together every day? How is it possible that I will never again enter 3B’s classroom and greet the sixteen little souls that I had been entrusted to look after and teach every day?
How can I keep the memories? What can keep me from forgetting? Deirdres smile every time she saw me and how we struggled to make sense of math problems. Luke’s tantrums. Even Jake’s stupid comments or how he insisted on bringing a fidget spinner into the classroom even though we had had no choice but to ban them.. Or how the majority of my kids seemed incapable of learning to stay quiet. Or stay seated.
Please help me remember. Playing games. Reading the fourth Harry Potter book for them. Marvin’s childish charm which made it impossible to stay mad at him no matter how difficult he had been. Katie and Maisie, my darling girls who have helped me so much. How Phoebe’s anger could be turned into creativity. How I’ve gotten at least one hug from Tina.
Or how when we were going to go and sing for the parents on the last day, I didn’t need to tell them – they just lined up behind me like a row of ducklings.
Or how Louise, one of my younger coworkers, would light up my day with a hug or even just a smile.
My classroom is so empty now. I cleaned all the text from the whiteboard. Took their drawings down. Cleaned. Wiped away our memories of tears and yelling and laughing and smiling. And learning of course.
How can it be over? Why isn’t it still January?
I seriously, seriously, seriously love my job.
(All kid’s names are changed)
…thanks to wife and sister (who is gay too btw!).
We were caught in the rain by the end of it but it was so much fun.
There were police horses (which you can kind of see in the photo above) which were wearing rainbow flags! But Sheeba kept barking and sometimes it was hard to take photos from where we were standing. (Plus I pretty much suck with a camera so…)
But yeah, it started pouring down. We ran down to the tram station but we still had to wait without cover for ten – fifteen minutes, we arrived home completely drenched. But enjoy my silly face.
Time to take it easy now, drink some tea and play some video games.
Have a good weekend everybody! 🙂