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The only word that can describe this homesickness is "crippling."
Oh god it really is one of the worst feelings, that all consuming longing :(

Have you moved somewhere permanently darlin? x

Cattypuss, hope it comes in next 2hours!!
 
I don't see what's terrible about it at all. You're like a cook learning to prepare dishes you've never made before, in ways you've never cooked before. Perhaps you won't feel confident for awhile, but when you do, you'll have whole new ways of feeding yourself. And of course, it's just part of the process, I think: I heard an accomplished poet speak not too long ago who said he does around 40 versions of a poem.

Wise words. About eight months ago, when I was in the bowels of revision hell, a writer friend of mine told me, "We're not writers, we're re-writers." Truer words were never spoken.

No one gets it right the first time (usually not the eighth or eighteenth time either), and usually no one gets it right alone. There's a reason the end of a novel has pages of acknowledgements - writers need critical readers and editors.

Nevertheless, learn to love your first draft, Bunny, warts and all. That's your baby being born. (And I don't care what anyone says, newborn babies are hideous but after all that work you'd be crazy not to love them ;)).
 
God I love tying girls up. Every aspect is wonderful, the silky rope pulling on their skin, their helpless restraint and vulnerable postures, the quiet mewling noises of pleasure they make around the ballgag, the fact that they begged for it and love it.

All so good.
 
I'm feeling very vulnerable to the ghosts of my past today.
I'm sure that not sleeping last night isn't helping, either.
No, no. Not figuratively not sleeping, not just not sleeping well. Quite literally I could not shut down last night.
So half of today's "to-do's" are done. Which is good because the ghosts are gaining ground and could end up crippling my afternoon.
 
Wahey!

Email received and resignation done!

In three months' time I'll be unemployed and girding my loins for an MA course!:D:D:D
 
The only word that can describe this homesickness is "crippling."

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Wise words. About eight months ago, when I was in the bowels of revision hell, a writer friend of mine told me, "We're not writers, we're re-writers." Truer words were never spoken.

I like this a great deal. The trick is to make it look effortless. But of course, that's true with anyone who creates or acts with excellence: one sees the floating dunk from the free throw line, but not the years of work in the gym. We see the trial lawyer give the crisp final argument, but not the hours of preparation - or the many failures.

But how many drafts did your writer bud need to come up with this, K? ;)

Wahey!

Email received and resignation done!

In three months' time I'll be unemployed and girding my loins for an MA course!:D:D:D

It feels odd to congratulate someone on being unemployed, but in your case it's truly warranted. ;)
 
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I need to get this off my chest:

Last week my eldest son sent his headmaster an email calling him a 'fucking bitch' :eek: Obviously he got a fuckin bollocking for that, but the context was he'd been given a detention for punching this other lad BUT the other kid had been bullying him badly for years and tbh his Dad had told him to land him to sort the situation out. The school have done fuck all about it, and I'm glad he did eventually stand up for himself.

Anyway, so I had to go to this meeting with the head where he essentially told me off lol. To be fair to my kid the guy is a total cunt so I can see where he were coming from.

Then yesterday, I get this pissy email off the head 'informing me' that it is unacceptable that my lads come to school in 'ripped clothes'. In actual fact it's just the knees of there trousers cos they last about 3 bloody weeks before they're fucked. I spoke to my mate who also has the same problem and SHE hadn't got a pissy email. I think he's just being a petty bastard cos he's fucked off with us :mad:

So now this is doing my head in, cos I can't afford to go and buy more trousers until the kids get new shoes (which also have holes cos they skid too much). And I need new shoes, I've had wet feet for months and now they are even further down the list :mad:

I guess I need to try to learn to sew but I can't sew a swimming badge on let alone mend 8 pairs of duds. Honestly I proper wanted to just send an email back going 'you ARE a fuckin bitch' but I resisted.

Right phew sorry to moan on about it. Tbh I think I'll just get em some duds from Asda (cheap supermarket) even tho they say they won't wear em.
 
Oh god it really is one of the worst feelings, that all consuming longing :(

Have you moved somewhere permanently darlin? x
Not permanently, I'm living in Tokyo for a year while my wife is back home in Washington DC. Damn it's hard.

We've decided to talk on the phone every day though, instead of once a week. It's helping lots. I hope we keep it up!
 
The only word that can describe this homesickness is "crippling."

Hang in there and concentrate on the positives...and that you will be going home eventually. While I love it here, I often find it difficult to think about the likely possibility I will not be going back home permanently. I miss family, but I also miss my land more each year. I am hoping once I am gone someone will be kind enough to scatter my ashes, or at least half of them, over the place back in Australia I have said I wish to end this time on the planet.

Catalina:rose:
 
got an email for a $50 credit for ad space on facebook, so figured, why not? I mean, it's free right. Since 8pm last night I've gotten 2 new likes from these ads!

I might have to look into doing more of this. If I can get enough of a customer base, I'll deffo take that complaints job at the mcwork, supplement my income with costumes, and have more time/freedom with school.
 
So I was asked to do a reading as part of fundraiser tonight. The theme is 'tales from far away places' and each author has a ten minute slot. I will be doing a piece on my years on Aitutaki.

Sitting down to write this piece was surreal. I had no idea where to begin or even what to talk about. I could fill a few hours talking about everything I saw, experienced and felt on that island - how could I possibly say anything meaningful in 10 minutes?

I finished the piece, and I'm relatively happy with it, but it's still odd. And I have no idea how the audience will react, since my version of the South Pacific is far from exotic. Should be a weird evening.
 
My body is not adapting to this new on-my-feet lifestyle near as quickly as I would like...but we're getting there!
 
So I was asked to do a reading as part of fundraiser tonight. The theme is 'tales from far away places' and each author has a ten minute slot. I will be doing a piece on my years on Aitutaki.

Sitting down to write this piece was surreal. I had no idea where to begin or even what to talk about. I could fill a few hours talking about everything I saw, experienced and felt on that island - how could I possibly say anything meaningful in 10 minutes?

I finished the piece, and I'm relatively happy with it, but it's still odd. And I have no idea how the audience will react, since my version of the South Pacific is far from exotic. Should be a weird evening.

Ace! Are you an author then? That's proper fascinating. What do you write? Can we read what you writ about the island? :)
 
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