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The world was crashing around me. I was in a panic, I was depressed, I started talking to my stuffed bunny Dippy, the evil genius who constantly attempted to ruin my Easter but was always unintentionally twarted by his good natured side kick Marsh Mellow.

(Dippy is, of course, the rainbow coloured bunny on the left)

But now the world sees sunshine again (figuratively speaking, it's actually quite gloomy outside), the birds are singing (it's actually the warble of butcher birds as they pick at my dogs grotty old bone and the monotonous honk of the bronzewings as they fumble into flight).
But enough of this, let me tell you how I came from there to here.
My story was struggling and in turn so was I. I didn't know, like or understand my main character, she was a mystery to me and I was slowly growing to resent her A LOT. then one night whilst drifting into the bowls of sleep it occurred to me. "AH HA!" said I, startling myself into wakefulness, "She is a twin." How did I not realise this sooner, I do not know, but once I did everything started falling into place. Of course I had to discard almost everything I'd written up that point but it only took me a few days to make it back up and then some. I've done away entirely with my plan. It's still on my wall but that's mostly because I like the look of different coloured postits all over a blank wall rather than it serving an actual function.
Today I hit the ten thousand word mark and I couldn't be happier. "Onward and upward!"

In other news, I've applied for a gig writing for an online magazine, I went to the writers festival volunteer induction, and I've decided to sell my greeting cards online at http://www.etsy.com/ I'll let you know when they're available. In the meantime here is another example for you to admire.

Cards Are Wonderful Things

I don't particularly want to get a real job, and I don't really need that much money. What I do need is a way to support myself (and preferably enjoy myself), until I strike it rich as the next bestselling author.

So considering this I've decided the make an attempt at designing, printing and selling greeting cards at various local markets, Chandler, South Bank, Cleveland, etc.

Up above is an example if one of images I'm putting on cards.

I'm super duper excited about it and hope I manage to at least make a profit.

On the writing front: A couple of books on writing I'd ordered online arrived a few days ago, and I've been looking at those, doing a few exercises and making some notes about character (I hate my main character WHAAAAA!!) Anyway, things are coming along, I'm nearing the 10000 word mark. Also I'm def volunteering at the writers festival so that's really exciting to, though I'm also really nervous, worried I'll screw something up and be ostracized from the writing community FOR-EV-A bum bum buuuuuuum.

Dem Feet

Hi ho world.
I had a ripper of a day today... and the most special thing about it (besides meeting up with my old uni chum) I took multiple photo's of my feet throughout!! Ah is there anything better than a photo of your own feet; distorted grotesquely wide thighs in the foreground, little pointy pin-pricks of feet in the distance. I ask you, is there anything like it?

Just a little sidebar before I get into the beauty of my feet: I'm a little bit tired, so if I sound at all delirious just join in.

First I woke up. It's still a bit wintry in good old Queensland, so I slept in socks. And for some reason have a coat hanger on my floor, that was however the cleanest bit of floor I could find to take the photo without picking something up (heaven forbid).

It took about twenty minutes to get from my house to this, the nearest bus stop. I saw a heck of a lot of birds on my journey, as per usual, including a native pheasant which both my parents had seen but had managed to elude me. It was Pretty hot in the sun here, had to take my cardigan off for fear of sweating.

On the bus now. I took this photo with my phone because I was sitting in the open wheelchair area near the front and didn't want to look too conspicuous.

At the second bus stop. Do my jeans look really dusty or is just me? They weren't dusty I can tell you that, how odd. I forgot to take a photo of the second bus, and can't even remember where I sat now.

I met up with my friend, I'll call her Alberta (she'll love that) for anonymity's sake, at UQ. She's still doing honours so had some business there, while I had had to hurl abuse at the evil academic dress hire empire for attempting to screw me over (my may be exaggerating a tad). I had ordered my academic dress over the phone for my graduation over the phone, but on the day of my graduation they had no record of this and I had to order and pay again so I would have something to wear. At the time the lady was very helpful and polite saying that if I emailed her a record of the payment she'd give me a refund. I did. I didn't get a reply for a whole week! So I went in with record of both payments. She was extremely cranky and seemed to be looking for a way to blame me, which was very annoying. In the end I got my money back rather painlessly, all's well that ends well.

After all that hullabaloo Alberta and I went shopping at Indooroopilly.

We ate sushi and ice-cream! (I wanted a coffee but was too full).

We then went to the city where Alberta lives and where I can catch a bus back home.

The city also held a most wonderful surprise for me... Alberta bought me my birthday present, which was a DVD of... wait for it... Barbarella!!! So, so cool.

Then it was time to say our goodbyes. We'd laughed, we'd cried, but in the end we always knew it couldn't last, I wanted to go home and sleep, and she'd bought a video game she was dying to play. There was just too much against us in this world.

And now I'm home amongst the many magazine clippings on my study floor (I told you about the procrastinatey scrapbook idea right, well it's still going strong, in the sense that, it's still a mess I can't be bothered cleaning)

Happy Feet!