Starting again.

It’s taken me a long time to come back to my Blog, as an ambitions eighteen year old I started my blog with the highest expectations of life. It was a time when everything in my life was very sure and I was very sheltered, I don’t mind admitting.

Then something decided my life was going a little too well, I blogged for a year continuously and on my nineteenth birthday, I was very pleased with myself, then four days after my nineteenth birthday, my Granddad died. My beloved Granddad. It didn’t hurt then, I spent a long long time fixing everyone else, making sure everyone else was OK and didn’t realized that it was me who was the broken one.

Later that year after 22 years together, my mum and dad split up. And not in a nice way. One went one way, the other went the other way and for a while it was hard to call them parents at all. But credit too them, since then they have really stepped up and turned things around separately and it was only when their divorce came through a few weeks ago that the bitter sweetness set in. Its is officially the end of that chapter in our lives.

However I have come to realize that I have forgotten how to smile and laugh in the last few years and as it is creeping up to my 22nd birthday I decided we could all start again (and that I need to thank them for all that heart brake because my writing is so much better now).

Hi, I am Megan, I am an aspiring author from Yorkshire in England and I would hope to share some of my writing with you.

A drug called freedom – Blake.

My novel heavily focuses on terrorism as a theme, in light of what happened in Paris and what is now happening all around Europe, I wanted to share a little piece of the novel which focuses on Blake as a character. I try not to be too controversial and keep both sides balanced so I picked this section out after careful thought. I hope you like it.

“You can never understand this war Emma,” Henry said as I sat puzzled in the back of the lorry. This caused most of the people in the lorry to look at us. Expectant of conversation they looked at us with glossy eyes. “I am not trying to understand it Henry,” I told him as I jolted in my seat due to a bump in the road “I am trying to justify it.” As gasps filled the lorry Henry smiled. Blake looked at me and said “which part would you like justifying Emma, ours or theirs?” with a strong Scottish accent and an answer on this tongue for both sides, I gave Blake a look which told him to continue. He looked around at some of the younger faces in the lorry, the humans that he knew might not ever go home to their families and whipped his brow with a tissue. “How many people have to go without for others to sit in fields of gold? You cannot send a man to the moon and expect it not to change the tide,” he began strongly watching the young men and women hang on his every word “Millions of people watch billions of dollars, evaporate into the atmosphere that day. When those millions of people struggled to put food on the plates for their children,” some in the lorry shook their heads but most new what he was saying was the blatant and punishing truth “And can you imagine if then you still had to live in the dirt for years and years after that, the east of this earth have lived in our shadow of greatness just long enough to learn how to destroy us and we aren’t ready to give everything we have up, not to them,” he paused for a sip of water before saying “We either die in the shadow of the east or we fight for the shadow of the west; and this is the war we fight today.” 


NaNoWriMo 2014 – Day 20.

Although I am not going to finish on time. I haven’t written in a while so it’s been nice to stretch my writing muscle and begin to write everything I wish I had written before now.

And the ideas are flowing with no sign of stopping which is brilliant. unfortunately life gets in the way, I have to work, study and live. I can’t be glued to my laptop for a month because there is no inspiration in that. I feel inspiration all around me and I need to walk for miles and watch people for hours to gain the ability to write a characters as if they are my best friends, to write emotion as if its describable (which sometimes its harder then it seems) and to write description like the thing I am describing is on the photo in front of me.

Life is inspiration and finding what makes you happy in life will make your writing flow. I am trying but I am not quite there yet. I thought I would post a few of my inspirations for you and keep wishing you all the best of luck in winning NaNoWriMo! even though I am unable too.

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NaNoWriMo 2014, Day 9.

It has been a funny week. I have felt excited, relived, happy, sad, guilty and loved. Not much writing has gone on. On Monday and Tuesday a friend came to visit that I haven’t seen in two years and he lives and works away so I probably wont see him for another two years. I worked all of Wednesday and by time I was finished, there was time for dinner then bed. I can’t even remember were Thursday and Friday disappeared too and I am sure Saturday didn’t even happen.

Here I am on Sunday, 41,000 words to go and typing my fingers off. After a very large Sunday roast and the smell of apple pie cooking in the air. I am ready to give it a two hour non stop stint.

I have also done no university work this week, next week I am going to have to pull it out of the bag and make sure I write everyday and catch up with my university work.

I hope you’re all doing well!

NaNoWriMo 2014 – Day 2

I have sat in my gingerbread onesie all day pressing words out of myself and time has pulled itself from under me, I don’t even know how it got this late. First my computer decided it was update time and took an hour and a half to update itself with things; I will never use or probably will never know about. Secondly, I lost focus half way through the day and had to re-balance myself but apart from that I now have over 4,000 words.

I am using a tip, to use a soundtrack to write. I listened to lots of different songs, I played them all and now am just using the background music without the words to the song I have chosen. I has lots of mellow parts and then heart racing parts so it helps me to write the nitty gritty and the mellow shmellow parts.

Feel free to tell me how you’re doing and I will update you in a few days :)


National Novel Writing Month

I have been gone for a little while. And it shows in my writing. And this will make it almost impossible for me to complete NaNoWriMo.

I have to start again though, or the 54,000 words I have already written on my novel will just be a waste. Being that I work full time and I go university part time, I am going to have to work my arse off to get it done but I will.

I have also recently lost 42lbs after realising I was very much out of shape. I am going to be a health eating, Zumba fueled, Teaching, student who needs to write everyday. This is going to be fun and I need to keep you all updated.


I waited a long time before I could hear the three men in the next room talking about me. “I think she is a pretty lovely person and will fit into the team nicely,” The assessor said to Henry and Jake.

“Dr Jones, we all know she is too young,” Jake said, I could hear his footsteps getting closer to the glass.

“I remember a young seventeen year old boy who was taken on by me and Blake, someone who is now going to become captain,” Dr Jones reminded Jake.

“Don’t talk about the captain thing, anyone could be listening to us,” Jake snapped at Dr Jones.

“You believed in me Jake and I was a mess,” Henry added siding for me.

“She delicate, she won’t make it past training Hen,” Jake said back to Henry as his footsteps moved away from the window.

“She can try Jake,” Henry said “I have seen what she can do,”

“One day Henry, I will give her one day to prove to me she is supposed to be here,” Jake said softy to Henry, then his tone changed and he continued “If she messes up, she is going home.”

“Jake she won’t let you down,” Henry chirped running toward the door before coming to a stop when Jake added “No she won’t because you’re going with her.”

“What?” Henry exclaimed “I had to do basic training four times when I was trying to get into the team!”

“Exactly, you should be an expert,” Jake cockily said to Henry and Henry laughed.