My name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn.

Beware of the spoilers for life if you are reading this and you are a 9 year old bairn, or in my case 11. The year a lot of magic was lost for me, see previous blog a while ago about Hogwarts and Pokémon: 11 years old Blog Post

Today's post was written whilst listening to Kid Rock's 'Welcome 2 The Party'

Kid Rock courtesy of: http://www.chartattack.com

Merry Christmas one and all! As we near the 12 days afor, or at least we sit in December, we can truly start enjoying the festive, get excited about the 25th and look forward to the days when perfume adverts will no longer plague our tv screens.

Last night I swam through the stars

Last night I saw something I had been waiting for years to see.

There are images in your life that will always stay with you, for instance I will always remember my cousin as a toddler sitting in the back seat of the car, strapped into her car seat as we were parked outside the local shop. It sounds really simple but there was this beam of sunlight shining right onto her, illuminating the dust floating through the air as she stared out of the window. It was so bright that, although I remember this image clearly, the colours have faded. A picture of innocence and childhood so beautifully lit.

Last night I saw something that I hope will never fade from my memory, I doubt it could, it was honestly one of the most beautiful and spectacular experiences.

In Shetland we call it mareel, but elsewhere, perhaps there is a better name for it, it is bioluminescent plankton. I think in some places it is known as sea sparkle, while, not as a beautiful word as mareel it describes it perfectly. You see the mareel glow when the water is disturbed, by wave or by hand or any creature travelling through it. My Dad had told me the best conditions to see it in, in October, on calm night, just after the sun has set when there is still a faint light in the West.

So, last night after I finished tea I got my lifejacket and a towel and ran down to the banks to the sea.

My plan was to row up the voe where Dad said he used to see the mareel as a boy after casting lines. I got down to the beach and before pulling the row boat down went and stood by the water. The night was so still you could see the stars reflected on the sea. I looked closer and at first I thought I was seeing more stars, but they were in the water, I immediately assumed it was something reflecting the last of the light, then I realised I was seeing mareel for the first time. It may sound a bit ridiculous that I didn't immediately clock what it was, but I just never expected to see it so clearly straight away. I walked out into the sea and my footsteps disturbed the water causing the mareel to shine. It was beautiful, I swirled my hands in the water and the ripples lit up and glowed. I was planning to row out immediately but I was so excited by it, it was beautiful, I ran up to the house again and got my sister Floortje down to the sea to show her.

I suppose it is clear now where the title of today's blog has come from, but I couldn't contain myself, I had to strip off and swim into the sea.

It's one thing to stand looking down into the water as the mareel lights up, it's another to be right in it, swimming through it, my arms reaching forward and lighting up the water I'm in. It was like swimming through the stars.

I couldn't swim for too long, it was pretty cold and I find it pretty terrifying swimming in the sea in the dark. You have no idea if a seal is right there two meters away, that would terrify me. I love seals, but swimming up to one  on a dark night in the cold sea I just couldn't handle.

I really hope I can catch the sight of the mareel again. It was so beautiful, especially last night as it was teamed up with the stars gleaming down and the mareel glowing up from in the water. That was another thing, before I always thought it as something glowing on the surface, but it's throughout the sea, which I suppose I really experienced when swimming through it.

Anyway, I thought I would share my experience with the mareel with you, because it really was one of the most boannie things I have ever seen, and I find it weird, thinking back to all the times it has been right there, at the shore, but I never had travelled down during the right light, at the right time of year to see it.

I hope to see it again.




Shetland words:
Mareel - bioluminescent plankton
Voe - an inlet of the sea, like a fjord but on a much shallower scale with hills either side rather as mountains. I'm assuming here all fjords are surrounded by mountains. Which is awesome.
Boannie - beautiful, like Scottish bonnie, to be honest not sure about this spelling at all. Just taking liberties with this one.
Banks - Maybe it is used commonly throughout Britain, but it means the beach for us basically.


"Gyan doon to da banks tae see da Mareel."

Referendum Results

I was going to write this yesterday but I just couldn't bring myself around to it.

I am so disappointed with the referendum results, I really, really wanted an independent Scotland.

I stayed up all night to watch the results, apart from an accidental three hour nap on the couch. When I was woken up at the back of five in the morning it was looking bad, I couldn't watch it anymore. I heard my friend Vikki playing her fiddle in the kitchen and went through to join her, away from the tv, away from the results. Martha joined on her fiddle and Magnus on the guitar. It felt like the right thing to do, through the final hours of the count, to play tunes together. Whenever I felt homesick at University or in Amsterdam I used to just sit and play through Shetland tunes, they always brought me back to home.

It was incredibly therapeutic in those bleak hours of Friday morning; I felt like I was losing a promising future but at least we could sit together playing the music of our home and our culture. Through the despair, moments of hope kept surging to the surface. Not hope that the referendum would suddenly swing to a yes, it was too late for that. But that there are so many people who want change and I'm not just talking about the Yes voters. I believe there are plenty who voted no who still demand change from Westminster.

I suppose yesterday I felt a mixture of disappointment at the results and an anger at Westminster. This vote was meant to be 'Scotland decides' but they couldn't stop telling us what to vote for, of course they wanted us to vote no, they wanted to keep us within their rule, but it felt like they believe Scotland doesn't have the capabilities to decide, that we needed Westminster to tell us in the end what we really should do.

Yesterday afternoon a friend and I decided to go see something at the cinema, because you know Mareel is awesome and has a great cinema, and also because I felt so antsy, like I should do something but I had no direction as to what to do.

We went to see the next film that was on and it so happened to be Pride.

It was the perfect film for yesterday, I say yesterday I should say that such an inspiring film is a must for anyday. Really, you should see it, it's about a group of gay activists who establish the Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners (LGSM) in the 80s during the miners strike. Generally the film is about the dialogue between LGSM and a small mining village in South Wales and how both groups work together and help one another. It really is beautiful and it is based on a true story.

After seeing that film I felt a surge of faith in the power of individuals to make changes on a national scale.

We can't stop now, we can't stop demanding what we want. I don't know yet what is going to happen, where we are going next, but there is a momentum that has been built up to the referendum, a hope we have in the future and a drive to change things for the better. We have to keep going.

Westminster has got what it wants, it still has Scotland. So let's make them listen to us, and not just us, if we are still part of this union can we then not unite with those in England, Wales and Northern Island. Stand together and share the changes we want. I don't want the privatisation of the NHS, I don't want to keep Trident, I want better share of wealth, the UK is currently one of the most unequal developed countries, this has to change.

I still want independence, but if that is not possible now then let us work with the rest of the UK, let us make a difference with greater numbers and a louder voice.

Let's make Westminster wish they had never asked us to stay.

Thoughts on the Referendum

Up until recently I didn't really make my opinions public on the upcoming referendum, but in the past week or so, what with Facebook profile pictures, stati and cover photos it is clear I am fully supporting the Yes campaign. The reason for the increased burst in political outpour is because the more I read, watch and hear about the referendum the more I truly believe we are better off becoming independent on the 18th of September. We are so close, I can't sit quiet now, I can't.

I was originally a no, I didn't see what point there was in breaking up the union, I thought myself that the yes voters were nationalistic and narrow minded, now looking back I see clearly that those thoughts of mine were in fact the narrow minded ones. I wish to never give anyone cause to think that they have no right to a secret ballot. Of course people needn't ever feel they have to say what they are voting for. But for me, I want to say I'm voting yes and I feel for myself it is important to share this as one of the reasons I have been encouraged to the yes vote is through hearing about how others have come to stand on the side of independence.

One of the first steps to yes was when I was talking to my friend Joe, who pointed out we are under a Conservative Prime minster, when, in the last election, only one Conservative seat was voted in in the whole of Scotland. We are not being represented.

Overtime, since that encounter with Joe about a year ago I've been talking to others on and off about the Referendum, but it was in March, when in Amsterdam an English man asked me what I was voting in the upcoming Referendum, and I told him I didn't know what to vote yet, and I asked him what he would vote in my position. He replied:

"Easy, I would vote Yes, because the smaller the government the more power to the individual."

And that's when I made up my mind and never looked back.

Instead I should say I've kept looking forward as the more I've learned the more I've become an increasingly stronger believer in Yes. We need representation, we need to choose ourselves how we look after our own services.

Have a look at this:


Image from http://yesscotland.net/


I could discuss in length reasons for voting Yes, but today I am going to say to all those, who have fears, most likely ingrained through the media, about the uncertainties of voting yes, look at the press, you can not trust them, seriously.

In 2008 there was a huge revolution in Iceland, the people marched on Parliament, the Prime minister and entire Government were forced to step down. Then in 2010 a law is imposed for Iceland to pay back their debt to the United Kingdom and the Netherlands, this sum of 3,500 million euros was going to have to be paid by the people over the following 15 years with 5.5% interest. In 2010 the people of Iceland again protested and demanded a referendum voting for the denial of payment, this came through at 93% and the new Government held an investigation for those responsible for the debt arresting bankers and high level executives rather than imposing the debt on the people.

The Icelandic Revolution shows the power people can and should have over fraudulent governments. However this was kept out of almost all press, why?  Because the people who control the press don't want you to know how much power the individual can have, that the public can have. I first heard about the Icelandic Revolution first hand from my Icelandic friend, I read about it first from private bloggers online who had had their stories shared on social network sites by friends.

The reason I have been writing just there about the Icelandic Revolution is just to make you aware how skewed the news is, they never fully reported the stories, they kept us in the dark about what was happening in a country in our own continent, we were so unaware because they didn't report what was happening, they didn't share important, ground breaking news. Don't let the news skew you now, they have so much influence over us, but major news papers and websites are backed by the millionaires who own them. Those who sit in lofty, comfortable positions, who don't want to lose money or power should Scotland become independent.

And they are just one more reason why I want to become independent.





For more information on who owns the British Press:
http://leftfootforward.org/2013/06/everyone-should-know-who-owns-the-press-for-the-sake-of-our-democracy/

For more information on the Icelandic Revolution:
http://cac.ophony.org/2012/04/16/the-icelandic-revolution-why-didnt-i-hear-about-it/
http://www.utne.com/Media/Blogging-the-Icelandic-Revolution.aspx#axzz3D1gTWFMb

SYT Presents: Ubu Roi

So tonight I went to see Shetland Youth Theatre Presents: Ubu Roi. If you have not seen it already I strongly urge you to go tomorrow for the final performance, 7.30pm Bells Brae Primary School, Lerwick. It' s hard to miss the entrance, trust me. Doors open at 7.00, it says the play begins by 7.30 but in true Haswellian style the performance begins as soon as you step foot near the school.

I don't want to say too much, as I hate spoilers and it is also almost midnight, but the play is set within a children's nursery. Telling the story of Ubu's rise to power then abuse thereof through actors portraying pre school children, tormenting one another and abusing each other through destroying toys and denying food privileges was highly entertaining. Often I forgot I was watching the play set in the world of children and was genuinely disturbed the corrupt rule of Ubu, then, an instant later I would be back in the playgroup with the children and laughing at the comic nature of it all. The actors, ages 12 - 18 (I presume as is the ages of SYT), were fantastic, I wish I had more time to go into it further. All I can say for now is, go see Ubu Roi, amazing performances, a great play and incredibly entertaining right up to the very last second. I'm tempted to see it again myself.

Also today I wrote a fiddle tune, but before I can share it here, I need to play it to Roseanne so she can tell me if I have accidently just taken a tune that already exists, wouldn't be the first time.

Goodnight!

First full hairst moon

Last night we had the first full moon of the Hairst (Autumn) and this year it also happened to be the perigree syzygy (Supermoon).

I took a walk outside at 1.30am and it was beautiful, the moonlight so bright you could almost see the colours of the day. The night was still and I could see my footprints in the damp grass behind me, I walked through the parks and down to the sea, the further I got down the hill the more I noticed the beasts and animals were wild, set off by the moon. There were hardly any stars on show, the big dipper was there, and several others shone dimly through the silver lit sky. It was a beautiful night, but quite an eerie one too. To stand by the shore on a night so still, when by the glow of the moon you can see everything around you but still everything is covered in the shadows of a monochrome landscape.

I went to sleep around three in the morning, it was hard to fall asleep finally. When I woke it was twelve the next day, I think it was a catch up after the 10 days of Screenplay.

This morning when I awoke the sun was shining brilliantly, a day of blue skies, however there was a feel of a Winter's day when the sun hangs low in the sky giving everything an intense but distant light. As if the strength of the moon still hung in the air and the sun hadn't quite shone through it yet.

This afternoon I went for a walk up Sansfield hill, a beautiful, large, heathery hill which is divided up by burns cutting through the peat ground. At the top you can see so much of Shetland, certainly all of the West Side, the sun shone directly on me and still there was an almost mist in the air, even on such a bone dry day. Last night I thought the night of the moon was the most impressive light I've seen, on such a veev (clear) day but with such a distant, almost melancholic light, now I'm not sure.

Joke

 

Jon "Knock knock."

Everybody "Who's there?"

Jon "I don't know."

End of Screenplay End of Summer

I'm going to hate myself for that blog title tomorrow, but I suppose I should just look forward to enjoying the Hairst (Autumn).

But yes, tonight is the last night of Screenplay, Shetland's Film Festival. It's been so good, I'm sad it's over, but then I will have time to get on with other projects, and after seeing so many wonderful films, many of which were local, it makes me want to start filming again straight away.

This was my first Screenplay as a proper fully fledged volunteer and I loved it, but it has been quite busy and my brain has been turning into mush throughout the week, mostly due to the 24 hour film challenge and the cocktail night that immediately followed it. I said before it was space themed, here is me as a Navi and the 10th and 11th Doctors:



But it was so much fun and so rewarding, whatever happens and wherever I go next year, I hope to be back in Shetland Autumn/September (Buffet then Screenplay, some of my favourite weeks).


 

 

I'm not going to write much more because I know I'm gushing right now, to be honest, I just want to sit with Kathy, Cara and Roseanne and enjoy a pint and a tune. So I'll just leave you with my fangirl moment of the festival. Myself with the wonderful Brian Cox, such a lovely man and he was William Stryker in X-Men 2! EEEEEE!

P.S Actually something else to leave you with, now that Screenplay is over, you can watch this with me. I'm addicted to watching badgers eat food, sometimes there are foxes, even better: http://www.simonkingwildlife.com/page/live-cams/west-meadow-983 

2 Crows and 1 Press Release

Did you watch yesterday's vlog?
http://marjoleinrobertson.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/todays-video-blog-vlog.html


SPOILER: This blog post is full of interruptions.


So today I was driving into town from Sumburgh airport, had just headed out when I saw some crows on a fence, I don't know about you but I always count crows as they will prophesise for you:

1 - For Sorrow
2 - For Joy
3 - For a Girl
4 - For a Boy
5 - For Silver
6 - For Gold (and)
7 - For Stories Never To Be Told

(I don't know about you guys but I'm going to have hundreds and hundreds of babies when I'm older, thanks for keeping me in the know crows).

Maybe you are just meant to do that with magpies, but we have none of them in Shetland, which is good, because whenever you see a lone magpie you have to shout at it, preferably in a Glaswegian accent: "Oi there magpie where's your fucking mate?" Because, you know, 1 means sorrow, 2, better. Since being told that by my friend I can no longer not shout that at lone magpies.

But to the tale, so I was driving and I was counting the crows on the fence as I drove along, there were two. So it was joyful, as soon as I went back to looking at the road, in that instant several of those peerie (small) birds flew in front of the car, we call them Linties in Shetland, I have no idea what they actually are, and I hit one, just feathers in my window man.

I was genuinely upset, and also felt like I was in some kind of....


Lorcan Henry just came up to me as I was typing this story and told me about how he was eating dinner with friends and it had this sentence in it:

"They were eating Chinese food, they offered me some. But it was vegetarian Chinese food so I just had a little bit."

Why is Lorcan angry? He interrupted me.

Anyway, as I was writing earlier, I was genuinely upset by killing this bird, I mean they always flit infront of cars, in a taunting like fashion....


Now Cara just came up to me, read what I have been typing and then shouted at me because:

"That counting thing is not crows! It's magpies not crows!"

I told her she needs to read all of it as I address that issue. She is nodding.

Cara Cara Cara Cara Cara

BACK TO THE STORY AGAIN:

So I saw two crows, means good luck, then immediately killed a cute baby bird and I thought "What kind of joy is this?!" Then I realised, it is joy for the crows, the crows can then eat the carcass of their fallen distant cousin. Crows make their own luck and that's what we should all do.

This is a photo I took of some wild Pokémon. Careful.

And now, here is a copy of the Press Release I sent to local news sources yesterday during the 24 hour film challenge:

Press Release Starts

 

Screenplay and Maddrim Media 24 Hour Film Challenge

Just over 16 hours ago, before the screening of American Interior at Screenplay 2014 we walked on stage and challenged the audience to provide us with a setting, a line and a prop, all of which are to be included in a film, conceived, written, filmed, edited and marketed entirely within 24 hours!

Tonight we will walk back on stage to present our film to the audience at this year’s Home Made in Shetland. There are less than so many hours to go and things the pressure is on! (It starts at six).

Proving that our film has been created entirely spontaneously, we challenged the audience who witnessed the project's launch to provide us with a setting: a swimming pool, a prop: a cactus, and a line: "I aint got time to bleed".

Last year’s film was based around King Harald Street Play Park, a beer bottle and the line “One small step for man and one giant leap for mankind.” These three suggestions inspired the short film “Small Steps” that was played last year at Screenplay before a screening of the Exorcist.

To add to the excitement, on Friday morning, already into the challenge, we have been joined by our friends from SKAMM (Scottish Kids Are Making Movies) who earlier this year took part in an exchange in Edinburgh with Maddrim. This new bond of friendship and professional like film making will be tested under the stresses of the 24 hour film

challenge. There are 8 SKAMM members currently running around Shetland, filming with us. This year takes on a darker turn as cactuses as an inspiration prove for pain both physically and emotionally with no comfort from the soothing aloe vera insides.

Can we do this? Can we complete this film in 24 hours? We don’t know, we’ve given ourselves further locations, more twists and some may say too many puns to fill a swimming pool. (Is that a pun?)

To find out if we can complete the challenge come to Home Made in Mareel tonight at 6.00!

God speed, to us.
Press Release Ends

One day I'll share the 24 hour film 'Catcus' on this blog. One day.

Today's VIDEO BLOG VLOG

xx

#catcus24

Four and a half hours into the 24 hour film challenge.

It feels like nothing, yet it has already been nigh the 6th of our allotted time, wait, Lorcan is correcting me, it's an 8th of our allotted time, meanwhile to the right of me, Annie, the only one in our grouping of three who is writing, yeah that Annie, her brain just exploded, she says.

To catch you up on what we're doing. - Oh wait, make that five and a half hours into the 24 hour film challenge, I just had to go and make a prop gravestone. But I'm back now and bakc to the blog what with the forty minutes I have left of Thursday, Thor's day, my fourth day of blogging.

So, to catch you up, apologies it is as hectic here as 24 hour film madness is, just like last year we are once again, as Maddrim Media, making a film in 24 hours. We begin by going into one of the films and getting the audience to give us a prop, line and location.

Last year we were given:
A beer bottle
The play park
"One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind."

And we made this:

Today at six we went into the start of the screening of American Interior and the audience gave us:

A cactus
A swimming pool (location)
"I aint got time to bleed."

We then started the writing process, well the initial discussions, here's a photo of what that looked like:

 

 

Things got pretty heated as three different films emerged, and by heated I mean excited, then heated. We took half an hour to split up and consolidate these different ideas, came back together and they were further apart then they had ever been in future. We carried on, with one of them. We never even voted, we just went with the film idea that had the most fuel for jokes and puns. The initial brain storming ideas and writing stage seems like it could cause conflict, maybe even losing some people's interest, but, like last year, it all very naturally grew into one script.

Next stage: Food.

I had too much and had to lie down for a while due to too much food (and the fact I never chew it).

The stage after food:  More consolidating of ideas.

Like last year we split the script into three parts and divided the group into three groups, one to work on each part, then joined up and told eachother what was going on, luckily they all worked together, this is a risk that paid off. With hilarious results, that you can see tomorrow at Homemade in Shetland's Screenplay in Screen 1 at 18.00 in Mareel, Lerwick, Shetland - glad I remembered to write that bit.


Here is us telling each other what is happening in each section of film:



 

 

So after this it was time to start working on props, as it is too dark to film outside.

Frey and I were put on tombstone duties, here are some snaps but with enough missing so there are no spoilers for you, APART FROM THE FACT THERE'S A GRAVE STONE:



 

Now we are embarking on one of the first ever audition processes Maddrim has ever embarked on, certainly for a 24 hour film (this is our 2nd ever 24 hour film). Well I must go, as I need to post this blog before midnight and then prepare to audition. Hope to see you all in Mareel tomorrow for the premiere of the 24 hour film, along with all the other Homemade films, of which Maddrim and the Heavy Metal Buffet has entries. Otherwise we will upload it to youtube in future for your viewing pleasure.

Goodnight, for you, I don't know when we'll get to sleep tonight, oh yeah and apologies for this blog, if it seems incoherent and makes no sense, that's because of the 24 hour film.

 

 

#catcus24 

Tattoo Reunion

I have just returned from our Tattoo reunion meal for the Hjlatabonhoga Fiddlers, our group that performed along with so many amazing other acts from around the world at this year's Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo.

Being part of the REMT was one of the best, if not the best, experiences of my life. Not just because we were performing to such large and wonderful audiences every night, but also because of the large cast of participants from all over the world who really all became one giant community.

Tonight, my Maori friend, Aterea (Ats) told me that if I was going to blog every day I would need to have had done something interesting that day. Otherwise it wouldn't be properly entertaining to folks... I hope Ats never goes back and reads my old posts.

Wait, Ats has just given me something new, he said that my daily blog should always feature a different moto. He is just thinking of a moto now.

(This is being written in real time)

"Yolo" said Ats.

Cheers Ats.


Tonight's blog is brought to you by the moto:

YOLO
Now, I don't like this saying, perhaps it's because I'm more of a YOLT girl, love you James.

 

 

But I'm going to shed that for one evening to keep true to the moto that I've been presented with tonight. Wait, Ats is going to actually dictate over Messenger phone system what I should write, (so if should ever this blog get deleted or lost, some governments somewhere will have this information recorded in their files).

An example of making the most of our lives while we have them - that sounds more morbid then I mean to, but yea it's still the same. Here is my example from Ats: Making friends, from around the world, and then not being able to see them physically every day, so resorting to social media networks, such as Facebook and Skype and the friendship connection was strong and the desire to see your friends again brought about using these tools that reconnect and reunite us. To catch up and be in one another's company.

 

Ats and I

Yolo. x

 

Day two

Eventually I'll start thinking up individual title names to these posts, but for now, this is my easy way out. Back to: Day two.



So today I've been volunteering at Screenplay, Shetland's Film Festival.

The benefits of doing so are numerous, from getting to see amazing films, taking part in Q&As with film makers and actors and just being part of a group of people who support great film.

This afternoon I was taken to see Louder Than A Bomb, I think I'm correct in saying this is the second time we've had this film up in Shetland, and after watching it I can understand why. The film is incredible, it follows students from four different high schools around Chicago preparing for Louder Than a Bomb, the city's poetry slam competition. I could go into detail about the film and gush over it for the rest of the post, but that kind of review belongs here:


http://marjoleinsroomwithareview.blogspot.co.uk/

Yeah, it's been pretty quiet there too.




But what I am going to discuss today is one of the main themes from Louder Than A Bomb (LTAB), which, for me anyway, was the importance of meeting new people. I'm not going to go to deeply into some of the quotes from those involved, because spoilers, but I hope you can see how a film about students from all different backgrounds, coming together to speak their poetry, often incredibly personal, share something of themselves and learn also about others. That aspect of the poetry slam is appreciated by all in the film, both within the groups and competing teams and most touchingly so between individuals.



This year for me I've had a stronger realisation for this, or at least the importance of sharing stories with others. Whether by simply telling the story, or through song, or in stand up, telling and listening to stories are two of the most important things we can do.

For me this realisation began in February when I was gifted with the opportunity to go on a week long course in storytelling with the International School for Storytelling and Peace. Then it was cemented further by the wonderful venue in Amsterdam, The Mezrab, a home for storytelling and music. I say a home for storytelling and music, in fact I should just call it home. It is a place where people come together and connect. To sit in a room with a crowd of strangers and then embark on a journey together gifted by a storyteller, that is communion.

This post today may be a bit haphazard, but I am simply writing it as I think, and I've been thinking about this a lot lately, however with time restraints (work) I can only write so much today, which is one of the cons of posting once a day. I suppose one of the pros is that I don't think I would have written this today if I hadn't started this challenge.

I suppose, to summarise, listen to others, speak and tell  your stories, whether sad or hilarious, perhaps they are historical or mythical stories about where your from, or just somewhere you are interested in. There are common themes throughout all stories of fear, love, hope and struggle. We can learn of new worlds and we can realise our similarities.

Tell your story and listen to others.

Day one.

Hiyi

A long time hiyi, I can't remember the last time I wrote a post, well I can, but it was too long ago.

It's funny that as soon as lots of things start happening in my life is the time where I stop posting. Maybe this blog is just an outlet for me when there is little going on, which would explain previous rolling themes of Ipods in the sea and buying bread. However, with things still busy and, to a degree, up in the air, I've decided now is the time to start blogging again, and this time, fully commit to the blog, by writing a post a day. It won't always be writing, maybe a photograph, or a drawing, or a video, maybe. I just want to keep trying to push myself in a time when I don't know what's going to happen next and I don't want to become complacent creatively.

So for my first post, I could catch you up on all that has happened, like a poorly written context-giving first few lines of dialogue from your average American rom com, or I could just start from now and let the past slip in as it always does, through the lines.

I'm going for the second option because it means less werk.


Also I'm going now because I'm about to start working a shift and if I don't go now I'll be late and if I don't post this now I never will, which would be a terrible start to my new daily posting ritual.



Happy September and I'll see you tomorrow.