Hello!
So I kinda just wanted to write about some of the things I've been doing/ writing about/ listening to this week!
After getting an awesome job at the school ( I can't remember if I mentioned this previously in any of my other posts!), it seems I have made a positive impression! Not only am I being kept right till the end of the school year; initially it was until the end of may, but I've been asked to stay another year. So that was quite a big bit of news for me and I'm over the moon to be honest. It give's me chance to help out more of the children not only with spelling, grammar and writing, but in all aspects. Since working as a TA, it has been interesting to see how children 1. value adults and their peers, 2. value their education and 3. the way they see the world. It is particularly interesting to see how children view me. Being double their age can be a daunting pressure for them but I think it can have its benefits. I can lead an example to them and watching them grow towards completing their SATS is scary for me because it was a whole 11 years since I completed my very own! Overall, I am enjoying working in a primary school so much and it is really helping with my confidence and the way I am around the children and work colleagues. It is helping me to grasp a concept of children's likes and dislikes, pushing me towards a future career in writing for children and young adults.
Moving on from such positive news and life choices, I want to talk about what I've been writing for the past few days. I decided to pull out some of my old uni work, some of my old pieces that i had submitted and some that I choose to keep under wraps. After reading and understanding how I never made those firsts, I decided I wanted to try and edit something I had previously submitted as a piece of children's fiction.it suddenly dawned on me that everything I had been writing may have been too complicated for the age range I was working towards. Children like comedy, they like action and they most of all like something gripping and adventurous. Scrapping the piece I was working on, I took to another story I had begun to write during my third year at University. It was never submitted and I started writing the opening but never seemed to continue it. So I decided now was the time, in fact I will post the opening below in case you wanted to read it or comment good or bad things! Everything will help me towards my goals!
Walking On Cars, Sia and Eminem in particular remixes of his super old stuff!
What I've been wearing...
All about different shades of lipstick this week, reds and purples particularly. Black skinny jeans, bodysuits and simple make up. simple natural shades with a little eyeliner!
What I've been watching...
BBC Iplayer series- Thirteen
Netflix series' - LOVE
now comes the writing part... below is a snippet of what I've been working on!
Enjoy, Hannah x
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I awoke from my state of ongoing sleepiness. My mouth was
painfully dry, it hurt to swallow, like a thousand razor blades bludgeoned into
the walls of my throat. I was positive that I had almost forgotten what the
taste and texture of water was like. My
eyelids were sore and my eyes weepy as I began to venture into a world that was
seemingly now reality. I couldn’t quite remember what the living world was like
because I hadn’t seen it for an age. In fact, all I had known for the past four
months were the deepest darkest depths of my own sleep. It seemed some kind of
strange being had taken hovel somewhere in the corners of my mind. I closed my
eyes and spoke to it.
“Hello…? Pardon me sir, but I can’t seem to find the right
path out of here, I haven’t been here in a long while”
Luke began to talk to the tiny man in the far corner, who
was pleasantly sitting on a wooden crate, buffing it's s
“Why, it’s so much fun here, ever since I moved in it’s
been just like home! My, my, why ever do you look so glum?”
An overwhelming feeling exhibited across me like a plague
of several thousand critters. With a bewildered tone to my voice, I pieced
together some kind of comprehensible response.
“I’m err, not entirely sure…Excuse me for asking…But err
who are you, Mr?”
“The question is, who are YOU? And what are YOU doing here?”
It produced a delicately decorated, brown violin from
behind it's back and begun to play a merry tune. It became faster and faster and it started to whistle to the tune of “The Cow Jumped over the Moon”. Upon finishing it's delightful escalade, the tiny man smiled with accomplishment.
I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t understand why it was here.It's presence was unbeknown to me and it's peculiar looks began to trouble my tiresome mentality. Like cogs, my mind worked overtime, questions sprung left, right and centre. They simply merged into one long line of curiosity. My mind had obliviously become a wreckage of the unknown. A four month hiatus had escalated into what seemed like a lifetime. I was a stranger to everything that I had known previously. A creature had now inhabited within my stream of consciousness, and having made itself comfortable, it looked as though it was planning to stay
“Good fellow, I hope it’s not too much bother, but I’m
moving the furniture around. Won’t take a few jolly moments” muttering these
words it
It had now become
clear to me that potentially I was still stuck within the realms of my subconscious;
experiencing a horrible nightmare. But this simply couldn’t be the case because
I had opened my eyes, I had felt the pain of my eyelids being forced open from
an overdue slumber. Something was strange, something had set off the alarm
bells in the crevices of my brain. I was now more determined than ever to find
answers, and I knew before the day was out that I would do exactly that…
