The importance of having writing buddies

For this month’s chilled out post we’re talking about writing buddies. With everything that’s going off in the world right now I didn’t want to get talking about anything too heavy or personal because I think we’re all reading a little too much negative or worrying content at the moment. There’s also a big push to stay connected and catch up with friends and family members to make sure that everyone is doing ok. So, while everyone is thinking about friendship, I wanted to talk about why having writing friends is an important part of being a writer. Continue reading “The importance of having writing buddies”

Celebration – 100th post!

I still can’t believe I’m writing this post, I can’t quite believe we’re at 100 posts already. It doesn’t feel five minuets since I was sitting in my college corridor looking puzzled at my laptop as I tried to navigate WordPress’s interface for the first time. How time fly’s when you’re having fun.

I can say with confidence that I never expected to be where I am today, I never expected to ever make it to 100 posts, I never expected to make it to my first year anniversary and we’re now quickly approaching three years with Lost in the Story. Running this blog has been an incredible experience for me, and as dramatic as it sounds, it’s been life changing.

A few years ago blogging wasn’t even on my radar, I’d never really heard of it. It was my dad who introduced me to the idea of blogging after I said I wanted swap over from studying forensic science and pursue a career in writing instead. Blogging was a good way to see if I could write consistently, and maintain the level of motivation that was needed to make a job out of writing. If I got bored of it in a few weeks then becoming a writer wasn’t for me and I should stay on the science route.

Well 100 posts later and I’m still here.

I loved blogging so much that I made the leap from science to writing. I now study creative and professional writing at Bangor University. If it wasn’t for this blog there is no way I would have had the confidence to do my dream degree at my dream University. Continue reading “Celebration – 100th post!”

It’s ok to let yourself rest during lockdown

I originally had something completely different ready for this week’s post however, in-light of recent events I thought it’d be worth addressing something else today. I think everyone is aware what’s going off around the world with the COVID-19 virus and all the confusion that’s bringing with it.

Last Monday the UK finally went on lockdown. Thankfully my Dad had picked me up from Uni on the Saturday and I’m living with him, so I’m no longer in beautiful Wales. I’m sad to be leaving Bangor so early but I’m grateful that I’m home and with family.
I’ve found the whole situation to be so surreal, I’ve been in this bubble at University and now it’s burst. The world is feeling very big and a lot more scary than normal. I was getting updates from the University, but I just didn’t realise how bad things were getting, I don’t look at the news and I’ve cut down on my time on social media, so I’ve very much been in the dark with things.

The original plan was to come to my Dad’s and then get a job over the summer but with lockdown and general social distancing there isn’t exactly any jobs going at the moment. Other than my assignment work for Uni I have very little to be doing for the foreseeable future.

I’m going to make my time indoors as meaningful as possible, so I sat down with my planner and decided what I wanted out of my summer. I need some sort of routine. Keeping a structure is an integral part of keeping my anxiety and depression at bay and with all the anxiety’s this virus has created, a structure is more important than ever.
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Learning to be alone

One of the best decision I made was going to a university that was away from home. In the near by towns to where I grew up there were a few university that weren’t too bad, it would have been a lot easier to enroll with them. But I didn’t, instead I made the decision to travel over the border and swap gloomy England for even gloomier Wales.

I expected the move to be hard, so many people had told me that the first few weeks would be the worst, that I’d be so home sick. But this wasn’t the case for me. Sure, on the first night after I’d said goodbye to my mum and brother I did have a little cry, but after that I took to university life extremely well. There wasn’t this painful transition that I’d be warned about by so many. I loved living alone, I loved having control over what I did that day and if I didn’t want to go out then I didn’t have to (unless I had classes).

I was studying for my dream job, I had amazing flatmates and new friends, I loved it. Loneliness wasn’t something that crossed my mind… until it did.

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