Goth Christmas

This post is brought to you by a variety of energy drinks and coffee. I’ve slept just 6 hours out of the last 55, thanks to a delightful switch from night working to day working. But at least I learnt something: I actually can fall asleep standing up.

Jay and I have been in our flat for a year this month. We’ve tidied a handful of times, had two successful house parties, and witnessed many fights and falling-down-drunk people in the street outside. This is still my main source of entertainment, despite having been fully connected to the internet for the last six months.

We have now put up our Christmas tree! We didn’t have one last year because we were still in the process of moving in. It looks so purple and pretty (: Although I’m really just hoping the rats don’t chew through the fairy lights. Or our house mouse, Roderick, who’s running around under the floorboards somewhere. We tried to capture him tonight, but he’s too quick and smart for us. I suspect he’s been here longer than we have and it would be pretty harsh to put him out in the cold over Christmas (although he doesn’t celebrate it——he’s a Satanist).

Goth Christmas

I’ve been writing a lot more lately, despite the temperature in our flat being low enough that my fingers go numb and I have to wear two pairs of gloves and about seventeen jumpers. I look like a big squishy balloon.

I’m hoping to be finished with one of my projects soon, and can maybe tell you more in a couple of months or so (I won’t say anything now just I case I don’t actually get it finished). This is my main goal this month and resolution for the new year (and for life): get shit finished. I should be done with a rough draft in a couple of weeks. I’ve booked holiday and everything, so there’s no excuse, not even Christmas.

Goth Christmas

Up in That There London.

Well, this week has been somewhat eventful and a little bit crazy. The gist of which is this:

Sunday I went up to London on the ever-so-classy megabus for an interview on Monday. I got the job, but what it turned out to be was a really dodgy sales job rather than the proper lettings agent job I thought it to be, so I spent three days (unpaid, by the way, and without so much as a fifteen minute break in what turned out to be ten-hour days) doing this before I decided there was no way I could keep at it, and it wasn’t worth the money I was spending on all-zone travel cards, and quit.

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I did, however, get to see some of London, although mostly it was the inside of tube stations and one really dodgy area where the house I had to sell was (there was actually a police car blocking the road when I was trying to show clients around x_x).

Other than that though, London was pretty good. The office was very cool and full of Polish and Spanish people (which is very exciting for someone who grew up in a town where about 98% of the population is white British). And the tubes! Oh my god, I think the longest I ever had to wait for transport within London was three minutes. Of course there was the downside of being hemmed in like sardines and trying not to touch people or breathe in one lady’s overpowering garlic breath, but I did remember to stand on the right side of the escalators this time and didn’t get in anyone’s way too much ^^

All in all, it was an interesting experience, and I feel it was the kind of break I needed from my life; a week of being somebody else, somewhere else, makes the everyday so much more bearable. Although of course, I am now once again skint, despite working so much overtime this month. I was so glad to get back to Plymouth though, with my own bed and my rats, and my shitty job which suddenly doesn’t seem quite so bad. At least it’s more or less honest, anyway.

And in other news, Something Happened on the Way to Heaven, which contains my F/F story, One for Sorrow,  is now also in paperback!

Unfortunately this week has pretty much wiped out all my time for LT3’s Proud to be a Vampire submission call, but maybe I’ll finish that story some other time. Right now, I have a couple of new ideas I want to play with instead ^^

For today though, I’m going to do absolutely fuck all except veg in front of the laptop with crisps and tea. See, there is an upside to not having a proper job =P

Up in That There London.


Happy belated pancake day / early Valentine’s day! Just a little snippet of my Bestiary boys, Dorian and Evan, post-story. Mild spoilers, but not really.


Dorian eyed Evan over his pancakes. The bastard was eating his way through a whole pile of them; even though he’d been the one to upend the last of the batter over the floor, he wouldn’t share. “It was your batter,” he’d said. “So you should have taken better care of it.”

“Maybe you should have taken better care of yourself before I had to come and rescue you.”

Evan raised an eyebrow at him. “You rescued me? Funny, because that’s not the way I remember it at all. You would have died if it wasn’t for me.”

Dorian glared at him, and Evan chuckled before dropping his gaze and tucking into the pancakes. “Mmm,” he said, making a lot more noise with his knife and fork than was necessary. “Mm, mm, mmm.”

Dorian smiled despite himself, shaking his head as Evan squeezed way too much lemon juice over his next lot. Evan was making a big mistake, Dorian thought to himself. Valentine’s day was just around the corner and two could play at this game. Maybe he’d take the tickets for the planned trip to Italy and rip Evan’s up right under his nose. That’d show him.

He was saved the trouble, however, when Evan sat back in seat, rubbing his stomach, and declared, “I’m full.” He gestured to the plate of probably cold pancakes still sat on the table. “You want these or not?”

Dorian shot him another glare before pulling the plate over and tucking in. As predicted, they were on the cold side, but still pretty damn good. “You’re such an arse,” he muttered through a mouthful of jam-filled pancake.

Evan grinned and leant forward, his face in Dorian’s. “You love it,” he said, and although Dorian would never admit it to Evan, he kind of did.



Happy New Year!

This is the first new year that has actually meant something for me. My first year where I’m not living by academic time, where the year doesn’t begin with September and a boxful of new books.

If you’ve been following me on twitter, you may or may not know that this year has been a bit of a pain in the arse. It’s felt like one long year of trying to make the rent and have enough left over to eat every day. I think I’ve written so many covering letters that I could probably make them up in my sleep now.

The funny thing about money is that it doesn’t seem important until you don’t have enough, and then you realise just how much you rely on it to cement all the other aspects of your life.

But it’s been okay, as years go. I’m sure there’ll be worse in my future, and there’s probably been worse behind me that I’ve conveniently forgotten.

On the plus side, I got my rats this year, and they’re big and fat now and still chewing holes in what’s left of my curtains. I’ve been semi-productive and got some stories out there, and I’ve loved writing them even when they were a massive pain in the arse.

I feel like this last year has been a bit uneventful as years go, but I’m hoping that’s about to change. I got to see in the new year with some of my best friends, who over the last four years have become like family to me. And then today, even though I was working and hungover, and even though I missed my train in and had to walk (the station was under construction and all locked up and I couldn’t find the mock-up entrance), got to work over an hour late, stepped in dog shit on the way and didn’t realise for aages, and had to spend an hour and a half sat in a room with a self-important shoplifter waiting for the police, I actually enjoyed myself. There was no work to do, so I actually got to know some of my colleagues finally after eight months. We had a chance to mess about and actually talk, and it was nice. Today was eventful, and even though it wasn’t all good, I feel positive about the year to come.

So what have I learnt from this last year? Perseverance, budgeting, and that I usually write better in past tense than present.

I think this year I want to be more productive and more sociable (hopefully those aren’t mutually exclusive). I think at some point I’m going to need to make a decision about my life, do something, change something, go somewhere, but right now I’m happy to just wait and see, and I’m hopeful.

I hope you’ve all had a good start to the year, and that it continues to be a good one for you all (:

Many blessings,