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  • 29th Nov, 2009 at 10:11 AM

November has completely passed me by. I'm so weirded out that next week I'll start writing '12' as the second set of numbers in the date. I usually hate those posts where people whine about being so busy lately, but I feel I must succumb briefly so... I've been so busy lately! It's been a nasty mix of insanity at work, illness and the death of one of my best friends and I'll definitely be glad to see the back of November 2009.

I haven't stopped writing, I just haven't been able to write much what with one thing and another. My state of mind has been a bit rubbish so you could imagine the depressing, verging on emo stuff I'd end up writing, not good! Oh and can I mention the weather too?! 45 degrees Celsius is not a fun temperature to write in (or do anything much really except lie on the slate floor in the kitchen and feebly shake your fist at anyone who doesn't believe global warming exists).

So, yeah, that's my update. I'm on the up now, I really think once this dratted month is over I can get my writing headspace back together again. Thanks for your message Southernxnz, you are the impetus of this little memo. I hope this means I'm cleared of any charges relating to Australian Idol (seriously, that show is still going? I'm so out of the loop!) or 'good' weather! If it makes you feel any better, it's raining here as well today.

Thanks all, hope you've had a better November than me and an even greater December to come!

Cheers, Jess

Waterproof boys, shrugging and marriage

  • 8th Oct, 2009 at 12:25 PM

Today's piece of self-awareness wisdom? I'm ridiculously repetitive. Oh, and, also, I want to be a boy.

Like this morning it was bucketing with rain (that whole drought thing? Yeah, my state is so over it, we've moved straight on to flooding) and I watched a group of guys saunter towards me in short sleeved t-shirts. They didn't hunch, they didn't shiver, they didn't react at all. My conclusion? Boys are impervious to the rain. Ergo, I want to be a boy.

But, anyway, in regards to the repetitive thing, I've been proof reading the 10 or so pages of the next chapter of HSG I've written and Alex shrugged six times. SIX! He's either got some sort of muscle twitch or I'm going to have to give him something else to do. Unfortunately, what this means, is that I'm sitting here at my lunch break at work surreptiously making faces and gestures to try and pinpoint what he should do instead. Am I the only one who does this? Acts out a moment to figure out the body language and facial expression of a character? I certainly hope not!

Quite a few people have asked me about character pictures for HSG, but, yet again, I'm drawing a total blank when trying to find any. I suppose it's because I base my characters' looks on real people. Like Alex is currently sporting the hairdo of some guy I knew in grade 10. That being said, if anybody has any celebrities, or has seen a particular photo that they think looks like one of my characters I'd be thrilled to see it.

To finish off, I'm excited about the next chapter of HSG because I finally get to address why Talia and Jack didn't, and will never, marry. So many people have asked me about it over the years and it kind of fascinates me. I didn't realise marriage was still so big in 'our' generation. I guess my family and friends are more of the 'de-facto' types, or maybe Australia doesn't put as much stock by it as other countries. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Okay, lunch break over. Next chapter will hopefully be up very soon.

Cheers, Jess

In it for the anecdotes

  • 16th Aug, 2009 at 8:29 AM

My housemate and I invented this 'in it for the anecdotes' concept when we realised that we kept seeming to find ourselves at parties, or doing things that held no real appeal for us, but that provided us with brilliant stories to retell later. This mostly applies to parties being held by friends of friends, you know, the ones where you suddenly look around and think 'what am I doing here? Who are these people and what are they talking about?'

We even have imaginary 'I'm only in this for the anecdotes' t-shirts that we mime putting on just before we go into situations such as these which, we believe, give us strength.

The great thing about 'wearing' these t-shirts is that you never know how it's going to turn out. Sometimes you have a fantastic time and meet a whole bunch of people who actually turn out to be awesome. Sometimes.... well sometimes you don't, but that's life, right? At the end of the day, even if something is total rubbish, we have the stories to laugh about later.

This might all seem to be coming out of left field, but it comes in reaction to the realisation I had, upon awaking this morning, that this is going to be an 'I'm only in this for the anecdotes' kind of day. For better, for worse.

I better go and make sure that my imaginary t-shirt is clean!

p.s. Check me out, I just blogged about something completely unrelated to my writing. How momentous!

Frozen peas and story starts

  • 4th Aug, 2009 at 10:21 AM

Since finishing PLPP I've been expecting to suddenly find myself awash with enthusiasm about writing a new story. Alas, alack, this does not appear to be the case. I've written so many different starts to His Saving Grace I've turned myself back round in a circle and I'm not sure which one I want to go with. Plus, I've been writing beginnings all over the place as different ideas suddenly pop into my head. I was trying to force myself to be disciplined, but I've given that up as a stupid idea as it clearly wasn't working. Basically what I'm saying, in an incredibly convoluted way, is that the start of His Saving Grace might be a little while in coming as I sort my head out and decide which way it's going to go.

In other news,
I was trying to buy peas in the supermarket on the weekend and I’ve come to the conclusion that peas are the prime example of all that is bad about consumerism in this modern world we live in. I just wanted to buy frozen peas. Simple, just peas, frozen peas. Do you think I could find them though? No! There were peas with mint flavour, peas with corn, peas with carrot, peas with corn AND carrot, peas with butter added, peas in a pod, baby peas… I JUST WANT NORMAL FROZEN PEAS!!! Obviously I went with baby peas as they are just normal peas, but they didn’t need to add baby, that makes it creepy in my opinion. The whole thing made me very cross and exasperated as I’m sure you can tell.

Now then, peas rant aside, I thought I'd post one of the random story starts as a sort of example of how all over the place my writing thoughts have been lately. It has some very mild swearing, so just be warned. It's down below and
 I'd love to know what you think.

As an aside, if anyone has a moment and would like to randomly throw some ideas at me and see if I can turn it into a short story I'd love that. I want to write another one shot, but I can't decide which idea to follow so something coming from someone else could be just the ticket. It's my birthday month, humour me!

Hope you're all having a brilliant week.

Cheers, Jess

Random Story Prologue )

So that's that then, I've finished Private Lives, Public Property. When did that happen? It feels like I've been close to finishing this story for so long, but now I actually have I'm looking back and being like 'wait a minute, did I totally miss something?' Oh God, I hope I haven't! You'll all let me know if I totally forgot to tie up a plot point, won't you?

The epilogue was squeamishly self-indulgent, I'll be the first to admit that, but it's all a bit of a laugh, yeah? I went a bit nuts with matching everyone up, but you only know the half of it. I had some weird story idea in the back of my head (never to see the light of day, don't worry!) where Juls and Ellie's friendship was tested when they both hit puberty and fell in love with Jasper. Yeah, where the hell did Jasper come from? And what was up with me naming a kid Dizzy? Long epilogues are dangerous for me, I just get plain silly!

Continuing in the self-indulgent vein, I would love any and all feedback on PLPP now it's all done. Favourite line, worst chapter, most redundant character, bring it on!

Thanks so much to everyone who read this story and then took a couple of minutes to read my further ramblings on this. You've all made this so much fun, I really appreciate it.

Cheers, Jess

Induction, boredom and Bert Newton

  • 7th Jul, 2009 at 9:02 PM

I got Hall of Fame-d today! Massively exciting news, and I got the prettiest avatar thingamabobby to boot. Such larks! Especially considering the illustrious company I had with me. Congratulations, thanks and huge beaming smiles all round!

In other news, I'm feeling totally mentally untidy this evening. My housemates are all working on uni stuff because they chose stupidly looooong degrees leaving me to my own devices which is exceedingly dull. You know those evenings when you resort to getting in the face of the sleeping cat (yeah, even he has found something else to do!) just for a split second of entertainment? No? Well I do. It honestly wasn't worth it, though, even Frankie seemed bored with me. He bit my arm and then, with my wrist still in his jaw, he just went back to sleep.

I mean, obviously, I should be finishing off the epilogue to PLPP, but the point of being mentally untidy is that you can't settle to anything. At this rate I could end up having Lucas and Isobel getting a cat and then poking it while it was asleep simply for something to do. Let's face it, it's not exactly the romantic end I pictured for them.

Yikes, just resorted to facebook for something to do and was badly burnt for my troubles. I once read something where this guy said that facebook chat is like someone coming along and tapping you on the shoulder while you're peering through a keyhole, so true! I was just merrily lurking about snorting patronisingly at all the 'OMGZZ!!!111 im soo drunk' comments whirling about when up popped that box and this guy I knew from high school randomly enquired how my life is going. I swear I actually screamed. And why on earth did he think a naked profile picture would be a good idea?

That's it, I'm resorting to terrible television and bugging the others into joining me. Come on, who could say no to Bert Newton?

Ramblings of the snotty and grotty

  • 30th Jun, 2009 at 11:22 AM

Ha, just found my notebook (the old-fashioned kind that you write in, not those gadget thingies!). Total score. There was some consternation last night when I couldn't find it and faced a frustrating couple of days of rewriting the epilogue to PLPP and the plan for His Saving Grace. It's weird how once you've written something the prospect of writing it again, rather than appearing easier which would seem logical to me, seems to take on this air of impossibility. Still, never fear, it was tucked under the white pages and a pile of papers posing dry questions such as 'does the court have a power to order a person not a party to the litigation to make discovery?' Oh of the joys of living with a law student.

Eurgh, I'm so unwell, stupid cold. I've called up work and told them I'm not coming in, which looks a bit dodge considering I took Monday off as I was interstate. Still, I'd be no good today, I don't even have the intelligence to remember to keep my mouth open at all times to avoid suffocation. Here's an observation, when a cold first starts and you feel at your worst you get less sympathy because it's all kind of stuffed up inside you, but later on when you're feeling better and the germs are exiting your body through coughing, etc, you sound worse so everyone is sympathetic. I want my sympathy now damn it! Actually, that's not fair, I had a lovely meal sympathetically made for me last night and I didn't lift a finger to help. Maybe if I could actually have tasted any of it I would have felt better...!

Anyway, the final chapter of PLPP went up last night and I'm in a bit of shock about it. I mean things turned out as I wanted them to, but I'm so surprised I've actually reached this end stage. Over the past couple of years it's sometimes felt like I might never finish it. I feel like a band wrapping up that difficult second album! I adored writing So Much to Learn and it was so easy for me. With the exception of the whole 'falling in love with the brother's best friend' thing (not an option for me as I have no brother) I was just writing about my life messing about at uni. PLPP is, funnily enough, not my life so picturing everything and structuring responses has been much more difficult.

A couple of people have asked me whether I'm planning on a sequel for PLPP, and I reckon the answer is no. All the characters are pretty much at the stage I wanted them to be at and I don't feel like there's anything I introduced that needs to be followed up. In SMtL, Alex definitely had the beginning of a storyline and I can see where it needs to go, but I hope nothing like that is apparent in PLPP as I certainly didn't intend for anything like that to exist!

Oh and, because a couple of people have asked, SMtL came in at 163,477 words and as PLPP stands now it has 175,481 words. Proof that Lucas and Isobel were not gypped in the length stakes as some have suggested!

Cheers so much,
Jess

Brilliant!

  • 18th Jun, 2009 at 9:03 PM

Right, I've just finished replying to all the comments people have left for me and going through the reviews I've received for the most recent chapter of PLPP and I just have to take a moment to point out how awesome you all are.

Seriously, you've even been commenting on each other's comments! I feel like I've hosted a dinner party and then I've had to pop into the kitchen to check on the food and you've all started to chat amongst yourselves. What legends!

Apart from that I don't really have anything major to report. My weekend's shaping up to be all kinds of excellent with Friday and Saturday both comfortably filled and Sunday blissfully empty. Oh, and I just voted in Triple J's Hottest 100 of all time and I feel like a wrung out dishcloth. It was so exhausting. My final list is as below:

Verve, The - Bittersweet Symphony
Paul McDermott - Throw Your Arms Around Me
Blur - Song 2
Living End, The - Prisoner Of Society
George Harrison - While My Guitar Gently Weeps
Boca 45 - Down To Mexico (feat. Stepchild)
Hilltop Hoods - Nosebleed Section
Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Under The Bridge
Paul Simons - Graceland
Let there be no judging, I've struggled hugely over those choices!

Happy Friday everyone!

Cheers, Jess

Drumroll please...

  • 16th Jun, 2009 at 10:13 PM

And they (and possibly I) never thought it would happen, but here we are! I've posted Chapter 19 of Private Lives, Public Property!

I'm so excited to have finally beaten the chapter into submission and I'm actually kind of okay with how it's turned out (a massive admission for me!). As far as I can tell, there is only one more chapter and then an epilogue left of this story so it's all kind of coming to a head.

Thank you so much to the people who are still interested in this story even after my massively long absence. I really appreciate it.

Cheers, Jess

Because I'm useless at bios...

  • 13th Jun, 2009 at 8:58 AM

So, I tried to fill out the bio thing on this site and hit a major roadblock as I couldn't think of a single thing to say. After worrying for a couple of seconds that I appear to have absolutely no personality, I stumbled across the idea of posting one of those quiz thingies that I'm hoping will kind of negate the need for a bio. Therefore, please find below a range of questions that I took off a friend's facebook page (ergo I have no idea where it originated... this plagiarism thing has put the fear of God into me about where I get things from!).

Nickname?

Jess. Oh yes, wildly imaginative.

 

What is the most recent movie you've seen in the theatre? 

The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas…and I’m still working through the emotional trauma.


Eye Colour?

Blue. I’d say grey but a friend of mine who is doing medicine at uni has reliably informed me that there is no such eye colour so we’ll have to go with blue I’m afraid.


Place of birth?
Mighty South Australia.


Favourite foods?

Italian, Mexican, Indian and dessert. Okay, so there’s quite a range there.


Love someone so much it made you cry? 

Well of course.


Been in a car accident?

Little ones, thankfully no massive one and not one while I’ve been driving.


Favourite day of the week?

Friday. I love it so.


Favourite Flower?

Tulips.


Favourite sport to watch?
Aussie Rules and football (soccer). If, through some bizarre twist of fate, I could only ever watch one again though, it’d be Aussie Rules.


Favourite drink?

Waterford’s Lemon, Lime and Bitters. It’s pink and totally addictive.


What colour is your bedroom carpet? 

I don’t have carpet, I have brown floorboards and a couple of white fluffy wool rugs.


How many times did you fail your driver's test? 
Once. I have no excuse, I was honestly rubbish when I first went for it! It’s okay though, I went for it again a month later and blitzed it.


Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?  

A cheap mega store place like K-mart or Big W, imagine how much, and the breadth of, stuff you could get! I’m definitely more of the cheap and cheerful person when it comes to possessions.

 

What do you do most often when you are bored?

Ring someone.


What time do you go to bed?  

Around 11 mostly.

Favourite TV shows?

Gilmore Girls, Spaced, Firefly, Coupling, and Spicks and Specks.


Last person you went to dinner with?  

My parents last night to say hi after returning from the UK. Excellent, that reminds me I have left over Kashmiri naan in the fridge!

 

What are you listening to right now?   

Thunder by The Prodigy.


How many tattoos do you have?

None, but I find Miami Ink and it’s spin offs ridiculously enjoyable.


If money were not an object, what would you do with your life?

Ooh, tough one. Funnily enough it probably wouldn’t be that different to what I do at the moment. I suppose I’d be able to spend more time doing the things I love like writing, hanging out with mates, reading and flying over to the UK to spend time with my nephew (if money is no object I’ll be travelling first class thanks very much!). As cheesy as it sounds I’d probably spend quite a bit of time working for a charity as well.

 

What song best describes you when you first wake up in the morning?

You know that ‘The ants went marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah’ song? Yeah, that’d be me. I have to out myself as a pretty perky person in the morning and the way that tune is upbeat, but other people can find it annoying is so me!

 

Is your calendar always on the correct month (or day, if it is a day calendar)?

Oh yes, I’m the kind of person who finds things like calendars on the wrong month, or power switches on when there’s nothing plugged in really irritating.

 

Desk: messy or organised?

Organised, definitely.

 

Pet ownership – which is better?  Dog or Cat?

I’m more of a cat person as I respect the measure of independence cats have and find them easier to cuddle in front of the TV. I love dogs too though.

 

Are you always early or terminally late?

Always early. Dear me, I’m not coming across as much fun here am I? What with my perkiness in the morning, anal attitude towards calendars, organised desk and eternal earliness! I really do prefer to be early though, I hate the feeling of rushing in late to something.

 

What is on the walls of the room you are in?

A poster of a beach during a storm, a calendar of naked AFL footballers (not fully naked, and for charity of course!), a corkboard covered in photos, and a world map.


What is your favourite book you read as a child?

Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfeild. I love that book so much, it’s still one of my favourites.

 

What is your all time favourite (clean) joke?

Q: Why was everyone jumping for joy?

A: Because Joy was stuck to the ceiling.

 

If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be?

Some deserted tropical island which somehow also managed to be very close to the mainland and all conveniences.

 

Your favourite article of clothing?

My big, warm jumper that is several sizes too big and makes winter bearable.

 

What are you wearing?

My pjs.


Favourite physical feature of the opposite sex?

Hands. I have such a thing for guys’ hands!

 

What’s the last CD that you bought?

A Girls Aloud CD for my pop obsessed friend. The last CD I bought for myself was Mark Ronson’s Version.

 

What was the last movie you watched?

The History Boys


Where are your favourite places to be?

Home, on an aeroplane right at the moment it gets airborne and the beach.

 

Where’s your least favourite place to be?

Aeroplanes after the 20th hour of travelling, a party when you realise you’ve made a serious error and are suddenly surrounded by a bunch of people you can’t stand, and anywhere the most recent Kings of Leon album is playing.

 

With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?

The heater (yes, I put it on before my moisturiser today!).

 

What’s your favourite place to be massaged?

On my shoulders, I love it. Unless you mean where geographically in which case the comfort of my own home is best (I have a mate who gives the best massages).

 

What’s more important, strong in mind or strong body?

Strong in mind, obviously. That being said, I like being the person in my house who is the go-to girl when there’s a tough lid on a jar.

 

Stretch your left arm out as far as you can, what can you touch?

Luke Hodge without his shirt on (AKA my nakie AFL calendar).


What time do you wake in the morning?

Between 6.30 and quarter to 7.

 

What is your favourite kitchen appliance?

The toaster. I could live on toast (and have days where I pretty much do!).

 

What makes you really angry?

Prejudice and, it’s partner-in-crime, ignorance (racism, homophobia, bigotry, snobbery, etc), the private schooling industry and (stepping down off my soap box slightly) turning on the radio just to hear the last strains of a favourite song that I haven’t heard in ages.

 

If you could play an instrument, what would it be?

Drums. I would love to be able to play the drum roll in The Bravery’s Honest Mistake.

 

Do you believe in an afterlife?

Nope.

 

Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 100, and find the best bit.

‘You seem very charming, Mr X. But if we were to have a relationship, how long would it be before you started treating me like a piece of poo on a shoe?’

‘Well, usually about a month.’

‘Thanks. Next!’

The taxi driver gave her an odd look. ‘You all right, love?’
An Offer You Can't Refuse - Jill Mansell

 

What’s your least favourite household chore?

Vacuuming. I should have included that in the ‘what makes you really angry’ list!

 

If you could have one super power, what would it be?

Invisibility. Imagine the places you could go and the things you could overhear! 

 

Can you juggle?

No, but I have pretty good hand-eye coordination so maybe I should give it a go.

 

When did you last step outside? What were you doing?

About half an hour ago. I was putting the cat out and saying good morning to the dog. Oh, and trying not to be seen by the neighbours because, as you might remember from above, I’m in my pjs.


What’s in the trunk (boot for me) of your car?
Must resist the temptation to say a body... okay, temptation resisted. There's a bottle of water, a towel, some tools, a book and a torch. All the essentials basically!

So there you have it. I hope that worked better than some dull sentences about liking to read, write and hang out with mates which, though undoubtedly true, shouldn't really come as any great surprise to anyone.

Huh, I just realised something kind of interesting about my writing pattern. The last time I went to the UK I estimated I had two chapters and an epilogue of So Much to Learn left to write and the most recent time I went to the UK I estimated I had two chapters and an epilgoue of Private Lives, Public Property left to write. My travelling and writing habits obviously coincide!

Right, so, this is me off to write some more of this mind-messing Chapter 19. Wish me luck!

Cheers, Jess


Jetlag, Wonder Pets and Liquorice Bullets

  • 10th Jun, 2009 at 11:08 AM

Hi!

If you're reading this (excuse me while I resist the temptation to finish that sentence with 'I'm dead') you've probably popped on over from FP as I've just made this my homepage from there. I joined livejournal, where I've always resisted in the past, so I'm able to read an ex-FP author's work, but I'm concerned I may have started something rather dangerous here. You see, I love to ramble, it is probably my best talent. I suppose that's a warning, then again, if you've been reading any of my stuff on FP that won't exactly come as any great surprise.

I should definitely be working on finishing Chapter 19 of Private Lives, Public Property, but I appear to have absolutely no motivation. In order to in some way hide my slacker-ish tendencies let's all blame it on jetlag. In my defence, I did start travelling Sunday afternoon and only arrived home Tuesday night, so I do have a fair bit of recovery to undertake. I've switched seasons, time zones, households and daylight savings and it's completely knackered me. Thankfully my housemate bought Liquorice Bullets so I've been merrily munching away on those while humming the Wonder Pets theme tune to myself. Blimey, that makes me sound rather sad and eccentric!

To aid my sad eccentric-ness, I've just put moisturiser on and am now unable to open the door to let myself out of the spare room or turn on the heater as my hands are too slippery. Woe is me: cold and trapped! On top of this I also have 'Returned Traveller's Melancholy' which I'm sure is listed up in some medical book or other. It's that really bereft feeling you get once you're home again after travelling and it suddenly hits you that the thing you've been looking forward to forever is over. That and, in my case, I've had to say goodbye to my sister and nephew and it proved itself to be a rather heartbreaking exercise. I'm not really a big cryer, but I sobbed all the way through security at the airport - a most uncomfortable situation for all involved really!

On the plus side, it's great to be home! Aside from the pure heaven of my own bed and seeing my mates again I should soon, finally, be able to finish PLPP. I can't wait!

Cheers, Jess