Under Construction...Again

Forgot to mention earlier. The cat that I mentioned a little while ago has been reserved at the shelter. So last Sunday, when I said goodbye, will probably be the last time that I ever see her. Excellent news I thought, although a shame that she is not going home with me.

Haven't heard from the Landlord yet. Hopefully, no news is good news.

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Heh, how awesome was Sherlock last night.

And as if the show wasn't enough, it looks like the BBC have done a Doctor Who / Torchwood in regards to creating a whole virtual world to run alongside the show. There is even a blog for Doctor John Watson, which is a fun read in its own right.

It's nice having this whole "multi layered" approach to everything. You don't have the visit the websites or the blog (Both are mentioned in the first episode) to follow the show, but it enhances the experience. And in this day and age where the vast majority of shows have forums, LiveJournal communties, pages on fanfiction.net and twitter streams, it is taking the marketing and audience involvement into its own back yard, as it were.

The Internet is and always will be an amazing invention

In other news, still no word from the Landlord about the cat. I is sad :-(

Right. Writing to do. Which means I better put some laundry on as well. (I don't know why I am calling this a holiday. I think I'm going to be busier this week than I am at work).

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I'm now in holiday until August the second. SLEEP!!! A few things planned for the week. Otherwise, it shall be sleeping, writing, and sleeping.

Speaking of writing. I've had some success in that field recently, which I should probably mention here as this is a writing blog. Well...I've had a show picked up at MZP-TV!!! *Bounce bounce bounce*. It's called Requiem, and the current airdate is set for February 2011 so keep an eye out over on the network.

Can't wait to get really stuck in. At the moment it is terrifying, but I am trying to keep myself focused on little things. One character at a time. One episode at a time.

Did I mention that this is awesome ^_^

And the experience will be solid gold, not to mention something cool to put on my CV for when I go and get a writing job that involves that currency thing that is all the rage these days.

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Sent a letter to my landlord today, asking if he would mind me getting a cat. Either way, it is good to know where I stand.

I also spoke to a vet today and, unfortunately, it sounds like getting an FIV cat will be well beyond my financial means in the long run. A shame, because that was sort of what I had my heart set on (One or two inparticular) but logic has to rule, and it isn't fair on the cat if I get him/her and then can't afford the care.

Which leaves, if I get a cat at all, me with the choice of a quiet, indoor cat. Maybe an old one who is a bit frail and is just looking for a window seat to sit on, and some traffic to watch (I got both here).

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I think that I've come to the conclusion that no matter how hard I try I am never going to fit in anywhere. I'm just too much of a freak.

Right back to my early years of school I was bullied. College I had a short respite. Then I was even a victim of bullying behaviour in my last few months of Uni! If it had been one school then I could have called it a bad patch, but every school, and then Uni. That suggests that it was me.

I try to be someone who fits in better, but trying to be someone else is exhausting and eventually I settle into being me. And then...bang. I'm seen as eccentric. People talk about me behind my back. People laugh at me, tease me, put me down. And then wonder why I get upset / angry back.

Guess it's just something I am going to have to come to terms with now, while I am still sane. I'm never going to fit in with the big crowd. I'll always be on the outside looking in. The last kid picked for the netball team. The freak.

At least my family understand me, for the most part. Sometimes I worry that they are tired of me as well.

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Had a fun chat on Skype tonight with Rachel from NTAFFR. So glad that I decided to get Skype (Which, in my usual paranoid, self concious way, I have only recently aquired after much persuasion). It has been an aid both to writing and my social life. Plus I am getting to turn "internet" friendships into real life, long lasting friendships. In fact, a meet up is planned for later on this year, which reminds me. I need to build a php "putter" to let me update my blog from my cellphone, so that I can still update while on the move. If anything it will let my family know what I am up to.

In other, completely unrelated news, I have become semi obsessed with a cat at the Animal Shelter. She's called Greta, and is blind the poor thing, so they can only house her in a secure, upper storey flat. Now, by luck I live in a secure, upper storey flat, but I work full time and am often out and about at weekends, so it would be completely unfair on Greta for me to adopt her, is my feeling. Although I am open to persuasion because she is ADORABLE. And so affectionate. She let me stroke her and even nuzzled and kissed my hand, even though I was a stranger.

So, if I can't have her in my home, I have decided to make a fuss of her in hers. I even bought a cat harness today. Seriously, that is how obsessed I am. I don't even know if the shelter will let me take Greta out on a harness, but if they say no I suppose I can always donate it to them for use with another cat. It wasn't expensive (not much over a fiver)

God only knows how it actually goes on the cat though.

Of course now the hypocondriac in me does wonder if this obsession is part of some sort of bizarre mental need. If I just wanted a pet I would get a goldfish. I think I NEED someone to take care of, someone to be concerned about and to think about who isn't me. I've been moved out of my parents house for over a year now and while I enjoy having my own space and I do meet people (and chat on Skype) I do spend a lot of my evenings on my own. Maybe it's having a negative effect?

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Signed up today for additional duties at the Animal Shelter. At the moment I work mostly with the dogs, but I've signed up to help out with the cats as well...which will include working with KITTENS!!!. I joked that they are going to have to pad me down before I leave, to make sure that I am not smuggling any out of the shelter. I may have to stop wearing trousers and hoodies with pockets, to limit temptation.

Another week begins. Counting down the days until my holiday at the end of the month. Not because of the job, but because I NEED a day that I can just spend in bed. The heat etc has made sleeping a habit that I am no longer familiar with. My body seems to be physically adapting to the lack of sleep, but it isn't really doing my emotional state any good getting only four to five hours a night (I am one of those people who needs at least eight in order to function as a member of the human race).

Plus, writing time. I'm thinking about writing up one of my NaNoWriMo novels as a publishable book. I say thinking about because I haven't actually opened the bloody document yet to start work. I am a master of procrastination. When I have time to write, I don't. When I want to write, I can't.

Maybe it's not too late to run away to France and take up Llama rearing.

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Oh dear, so much for my wonderful plans to get loads of writing done today. Still, I did add avatars to my blog *points*. That's constructive.

Opressive heat today, coupled with bad mood. On the bright side I have been invited out tonight, and I'm volunteering tomorrow at the local animal shelter. I love animals. If I didn't work full time and live in a flat with no garden, I would own one. But alas, I make do with the short period of time on a Sunday when I can hang out at the local animal shelter, watching the cats and walking the dogs and pretending that they are all mine.

Who knows, maybe one day I'll win the lottery and then one or two of them will be mine, to live in my great big house with a garden the size of a football pitch

To-Do-List, write best selling novel, sell on Lulu.com, buy house, adopt dog, be happy. :-)

*stares proudly at avatar* (I get my pride perks where I can)

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It is my personal, well founded belief that every artist should own a twin tub

A twin tub, for the benefit of people born after the year 1975, is a device which washes clothes. What makes it different from a washing machine is that the entire process is manual. It isn't plumbed, so you need to fill the washing tub with a bucket, then empty it, then fill it again for the rinse cycle, then empty it, then fill it again for the conditioner cycle, then empty it, then spin dry the clothes in the second tub.

With a bucket :-)

The reason why I feel this makes twin tubs perfect for artists is that because of this labour intensive process, you NEED to actually be there while it is working. Only a wash cycle takes fifteen minutes, the others about five. So what is an artist to do in the period between bucket fillings to stave off boredom and insanity. Nine times out of ten, grab a pen/laptop/typewriter/PDA/dictaphone (delete as appropriate) and actually DO some SMEGGING WRITING!!!

As I type this blog I am actually doing some laundry myself, in my own twin tub dubbed the "Borg Maturation Chamber" by my best friend, because apparently it looks like something that the Borg would stick a drone in while it is being grown. It probably does, and would probably grow a pretty awesome Borg if allowed, but my jeans need washing so that takes priority. Especially in the hot weather when...CUT FOR TMI

As soon as I have finished typing this I will be working on a script. No, honestly, I will. In fact many a first draft was concentrated on during between "bucket" moments. So remember that when you are reading my work people, it was all thanks to my jeans and the Borg Maturation Chamber, here's to you guys!!!

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Um...so yeah. I reset the website again...again.

I was bored

Welcome to the new, appropriately named "Under Construction...Again" blog, the central part of this ever growing, always changing, constantly being reset website where I dump my random stuff and blather on about the writing career I keep meaning to start but never quite ever get around to, for various reasons mostly involving procrastination and a nomadic spirit that gets bored easily (Hence the constant resetting of the website)

I have exciting things planned for this space. Earlier in the year I splashed out on my very own server, so I can test and build fancy new things BEFORE uploading them to the site, so no more crash pages and HTTP errors for you (Famous last words)

As for the content of the blog. Pass. Maybe I'll finally get around to actually having a writing career. Or maybe I'll win the lottery tomorrow. Or perhaps each and every blog post will be a random collection of thoughts...like this one.

On thing is for sure. This site will be unpredictable, colourful, and always Under Construction.

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