A good week

Why is it that not every week is a good week? Why am I super productive during holidays and the equivalent of a potato during the school weeks?

I sincerely don’t get it! (It’s probably the emotional rest I get during holidays…)

 

In the past week alone I have…

Written an editorial calendar for July-Sept

I have written 7 blog posts (that’s one a day!)

Written my professional bio.

Arranged to write 2 guest posts

Scheduled my posts 2-3 weeks in advance

Got exercise! (so sore)

Wrote 5-7 flash fiction pieces

Went to a doctor for checkups

Practiced driving (I’m getting good)

Made an interesting lunch for 7 family members

 

 

Seriously why am I not this productive during the school weeks when I need to be (again it’s probably emotional energy)

 

 

I’m actually thinking of spring cleaning my room which is only something I do when I have *gasp* time.

 

Alright so now that I’ve bragged ranted about my week I should probably get back to it so I can bring you good content.

I’m going to clean my room and while I’m at it I’ll think of ways to make this energy stretch through to next week when school starts again.

Wish me luck

Make up post #2 – a thank you letter

 

 

Not half an hour ago I wrote and posted a post about how I recently participated in a talent contest and did not win.
I don’t know it you can read this in the post but when I typed that last part I was deeply sad and feeling really disappointed.
It’s true I was hoping to place in the finals because I felt like I needed a win after months of struggling with my body and my mind.
As I said in the other post though, I didn’t win. But what I didn’t say in the previous post is that I have been supported by my friends and family throughout my life, the past three months and yes this contest.
So this is a thank you letter to every one of those who support me. This is a thank you letter to all of you.

 

Thank you to my aunt who helped me pick my song and who kept telling me that she loves my voice.
Thank you to my dad who got me the supporting music for my performance, and who came to take a video of me singing.
Thank you to my sister for asking me if I’m ready and joking with me around the kitchen table the night before.
Thank you to everyone who watched and liked the video of the performance on facebook.
Thank you to everyone who left a nice comment, there are so many of you that I can’t name each of you individually.
Thank you to my grandma and cousin who messaged me personally to tell me that they like my song.
Thank you to my boyfriend who despite not being able to come to the performance personally still supported me over the phone.
Thank you to my friend who joined me in joking that I should perform on SA’s got talent.
And finally to the real hero of this show.

Thank you to my mother who not only paid for me to perform but who came to the performance to cheer me on. Thank you to my mother who made me a dress to wear – it is absolutely stunning and I really appreciate the effort so so much. Thank you to my mother who would hum while I’m singing and who tells me I’m the best singer ever.
Thank you to my mother who didn’t simply leave me to feel like a failure when we came back from that contest, despite the fact that I knew I wasn’t going to place.
Thank you to my mother who painted my nails when my left hand wouldn’t do it.
Thank you to my mother who put the video on facebook because she wanted to brag about me.
Thank you for pulling me back to that church today to go find out who won.
Thank you immensely for being my support.

 

So with immense gratitude in my heart I will once again just stop typing…
(because I’m awkward)

A make up post – and a pity post

 

 

Okay so I missed yesterday’s life lesson post so here is a bit of a makeup post. It’s like a makeup kiss but very possibly more intimate.

Now yesterday was by all means a successful day.
I woke up early with the sun and went to get some exercise in at my Pilates class.
Pilates I find is a lot of fun, and it actually manages to push my unused muscles despite it being slow exercise. I’m the youngest member in my class with everyone else being older than my mother but I have to go. I have to go because this is the exercise that my doctors and physiotherapists said I need to do to help get rid of my chronic lower back pain.
Which as a teenager is a really weird thing to explain to people.

 

I then got to spend hours on writing and I spent it well. My story high queen has been stuck. I wasn’t sure what to do with it. I kept trying to start it and then not manage to write anything that really works. To me this is important because if I don’t like my own story then why would anyone else?
So I went and I pulled the story planning apart and looked at what it is that was bothering me and I fixed it. Now I’m feeling much more connected to my characters.

Then I went to the main event of yesterday which was a talent contest. I had about a week to prepare and my mum made me a dress.
These are my one entry…

I feel really proud of my performances. In the second one my microphone died because of flat batteries and I feel proud of how I handled that.

Then I finished off my day by going to my small group. I went there and I got to tease my boyfriend a little.
Then I got home, took a bath, and went to bed.
Good day right?

 

Today we got the results for the contest and well I did not win.
I wasn’t second or even third… I didn’t place among the winners this year (I was second last year)
So now I’m sitting in my room drinking a pity can of coke and hoping that no one who passes my open door notices that my eyes are red with crying. I messaged the news to my friend – she hasn’t responded yet. I haven’t messaged my boyfriend yet because I’m not yet ready for someone to tell me that it’s okay that I didn’t win.

I know that’s not why I participated. I participated because I love singing and my mum loves hearing me sing. I participated because last year was fun. But you know what? I at least hoped that I would place.
I feel like I needed to at least place.

I’m not going pretend that this is the best year of my life and after three months of not managing to achieve anything I really wanted win at something. Singing has been the first thing I’ve truly attempted since hurting my back and I wanted to just break away from this period in my life where I’m stuck.

I considered ranting a bit more about how I feel and share that I think it was unfair to make me compete with grownups. I feel like I could complain how one of the winners just repeated the same act as the previous year while I had to learn a whole new song on short notice. I could be mad at myself for not practicing more but I’m not sure that would have helped anyway.

I’m not going to spill everything that has been leaving me feeling hollow though because if I do that I’ll just be frustrated with myself for not being able to suck it up and get myself going again.
After all I have to take ownership of my life and after three months of complaining I’m really getting tired of my own nonsense.

So that’s it. That’s my makeup post… I know it doesn’t really make up for anything and now I realize I have no idea how to end it off.
I’m just going to stop typing now…

Really random order of business.

I’ve designed three kinds of posters this will go with each of my blog posts.

They are to help you understand what kind of post you can expect before even reading it. (It also solves the fact that I’m too lazy to create an individual graphic for each post)

They look as follow, and I’m absolute in love with them.

These are also the first step to giving this mash up blog some semblance of order.

What do you think of them? They’re pretty right?

 

 

 

 

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Reintroduction because I have been missing :)

I know I haven’t been very active on this blog lately. I’ve been so inactive in fact that I wouldn’t be surprised if you forgot about me. While I am hoping to start making up for it soon I figured that I might as well mark my return by doing a new introduction. (Especially for all my new followers)

Okay, so what is there to say about me?
I am an introvert, I write books and I can’t function without tea in the morning.

I am a teenager, a middle child and a homeschooler.

I am surrounded by two sibling who I love, amazing parents and a wonderful boyfriend. My friends can be found in all kinds of odd places – like book stores and churches. I can honestly mean it when I say I appreciate all of these wonderful people 100%.

This is the part where I have to choose between telling you about my life growing up and my life in the future. I think that while my past help create me, my future is what this blog is about. This blog is about my future and how I create it.

I want to be a published, and successful, author. I’m not always sure how I am going to reach that goal but I believe I will. I might also go study to become a special education teacher when I’m done with high school– I am not sure about that exactly, but it’s time I start thinking about it and I know this is something I can be passionate about. So it’s definitely being considered.

I like to think of myself as a vivacious young woman who can shape her own life to her liking. I guess that is another thing this blog is about.

I can’t exactly think of anything else to put here and I guess that sums me up pretty well… I forgot to plan this post before creating it – which is something I guess I should work on.

I hope that this gave you some insights into me and this blog because that’s what this post was about… I guess.
Unless of course there is a secret reason for writing all this!
What could it possibly be?

My secret reason for writing all this is to say welcome to all my followers, both old ones and new ones. I know I haven’t been active lately and I’m really sorry about that but I plan to turn things around again.
So thank you for reading my ramblings and liking the advice I share on here. I really appreciate all your support.

A solution for the writer with back pain!

Okay guys, this is going to be my first ever spoken blog post.
I am currently using a new program my dad installed for me which translates what I’m saying into text.
Currently it is slow going, because the program struggling to understand my accent. I am slowly starting to get the hang of it though.
The whole point of doing this is so I can continue on creating stories and blog posts while I am lying down on my bed. My back pain is getting better but I still can’t sit upright for very long. This I think will be a useful solution with a little practice.

Okay, now that I’ve explained this I’m going to finish this post. You can expect more posts soon.
Cross your fingers – and let us hope this works.

Enette’s journey: step one – gathering my people

I’ve recently joined this writer’s workshop called “the young writer’s workshop” (budum tish) and through this I’ve been exposed to a lot of writer’s success stories.

One after the other they are talking about how exactly they managed to reach the end goal and start living the dream. It’s really opened my eyes to a lot of steps I need to take with this writing and so I’m really looking forward to the next few weeks in which I’ll take those steps toward reaching my end goal.

 

 

This past week though I’ve started to realize that a key aspect that many people forget to actually mention is the support that writers receive.

I’m not talking just moral support or just fans for their writing but a little bit of both.

 

Writing is often seen as this really solitary job, where you just sit behind a closed door and not let anyone in. Ask my family, I’ve written four novels and I’ve let them read three chapters in total…

That’s not how it should be though, we as people aren’t made to simply be alone. We were made for real relationships between one another and I think this applies in a healthy writing career as well.

So my first step, without any explanation further, is to gather up people – people who through one way or another are willing to support me and my work.

I guess I’ll have to start by letting my family read my stuff…

 

(Sorry if this post is a mess, I’m rather tired today)