New Start

I had a blog once before, however, for some reason, all my well crafted, hard earnt entries disappeared. I'm not really sure how, but they did.

So here I am again, starting again. With a readership of my boyfriend when he can be bothered. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, if I'm going to write this I don't want to censor myself.


So let us begin.


My name is Katie Loewy, I'm 18, I live in Birmingham in the noble United Kingdom, and in just over two weeks I'm starting a jewellery and silversmithing course at Birmingham City University. Now is a good time to be alive.

That, of course, is the most basic of basics, but that'll do for now because I'm lazy and I want to talk about the inconsequential things that bother me, not the inconsequential things that don't.

Namely this: I've written a novel (well, technically 2, but I won't look at the other one.) and I'm in the process of editing it, it is called The Hands that Guide the Cities. It is my baby. I'm very proud of it.

Except at the moment I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I HATE IT.

Well, why? Good question, I've run into a dead end, written myself into a corner for the millionth time, only I've stopped seeing getting out of it as a challenge. I see my characters as shallow, my plot as a tacked on piece of nothing and my subplots boring. I'm feeling sorry for myself.

I know I should work on it, because it's a big thing, and I love it, and I'm writing the sequel in November for NaNoWriMo. That, and one day I'd like it to be published. It's not something I'd admit aloud, because, well, I don't have a degree in English literature, I'm an art student who loves to write. It's just a side project. Just something stupid.

But these days I've been dreaming more of being a published author, and less about being a successful jeweller.

Oh, and last night I had a shit scary nightmare about spiders.

- Katie xx