Basically my funding application has been refused for my PhD. Which means that even if I am given a place I can't go, unless there is a sudden influx of money or some other funding comes available. Oh! Look! A flying pig and it's wearing a purple cardigan with pink spots... Okay - I'm being… Continue reading Bad news…
Tag: Dyslexia
Forgetting secret Santa…
It was writing group day and I had got ready with cards and a secret Santa present... and then left them on the dinning room table. I didn't realise that I had until I got to the house where the meeting/party was. Instantly, I felt guilty. But, you know what, no one minded. When secret… Continue reading Forgetting secret Santa…
Technology…
I have dyslexia, it's fairly bad, but I have a mass of coping strategies in place to make my writing world bearable. Except that there was one area that it was lacking - note taking. It seems such a small thing. Taking notes. Just sitting in the library and writing down what you learn from… Continue reading Technology…
As if I would…
I have an editor. I have to, what with my dyslexia and all, but I have noticed that certain mistakes are cropping up more often than I'd like. One that really annoys me is 'like'. Not that I don't use it right, but in the sentence 'as if' would be much better. I'm fuzzy on… Continue reading As if I would…
Once upon a time…
Once there was a little girl, she was small for her age but was always smiling. She had no friends her own age and spent a lot of her time alone. Not that she minded, because she had one love - to draw and tell stories. Over time though she found that although she could… Continue reading Once upon a time…
Snowflakes
No - really... Even in this heat! When I say snowflakes I mean writing snowflakes. You see, because of the dyslexia I have real problems with planning of novels. I have eight all started and all hitting about 20k words. But going no further. Why? Well, I can't sequence and I can't plan. Have… Continue reading Snowflakes
To see too much
I have a condition with my eyes that means the sun is just a little brighter and colours just a little sharper. It used to show in my art. People would look at the picture and say - where is that blue? I'd point and say - right there. They'd just smile and pat me… Continue reading To see too much
Practice makes perfect
Today I put my tips into practice. I sat down with a book that has hit 15 000 words (which is my limit without a structured plan), and planned out the next chapter. And just that chapter. It was strange but to begin with I felt like I was looking at the story though a… Continue reading Practice makes perfect
Shock
I was in a dream. And in that dream I was walking down a dirt road. I remember thinking that it ought to be yellow. But then I realised that it couldn't be. I was the witch and not the innocent girl. I turned and behind me I saw that the road was crumbling into… Continue reading Shock
Belief in your dreams
I have to believe that I will be a writer. It is the 'thing' I love doing and it keeps me sane, but I am up against the same problems as everyone else. There is the ever increasing doubt whether I'm good enough and the thought that my dreams are too far. Sometimes a small… Continue reading Belief in your dreams
Kate Murray - Cleaver 