Sigh. Yes, this is about to get heavy.
What is it with the minutes, hours, days, week, months that gives them the right to just carrying on passing without making sure that I'm getting stuff done. I think the general consensus is that time is much less tolerant of writers. Even now as I sit here I am certain that time I am moving in slow-mo as the world around me speeds through seconds and minutes like Alanis Morissette in the video to 'Thank You' except with more clothes on.
It's sort of the opposite effect that Hammy gets in Over the Hedge after he drinks an energy drink:
The last year in particular has been one massive, wonderful, exhausting, enlightening, terrible and terrific blur and I'm sad that it's over. I feel like I've travelled so far in such a short space of time and as things begin to slow and I reflect back on a year that has given me so much hope in my career and life in general, let's hope I'm not stood still for too long, because it's chilly up north. Especially when you cant afford pyjamas like our Alanis.
I better pass this bloody MA now, or I will be deleting this and all similarly upbeat (yes upbeat!) posts.
Oh and seen as we're reflecting on the past, if you would like to have a look at some of my earlier snippets of writing in the form of film reviews, here are a few links.
The END. For NOW...