Let's try again

OK, so this blog died about as quickly as it began. But I’m not one to give up without a fight, so here goes attempt number 2.

Why today? Why pick up this blog now? Well, mainly because I’ve been doing a lot of reading, (blogs, autobiographies (Michael McIntyre’s if you’re interested), newspapers, magazines, fiction, you get the idea). And every time, I realise that I like writing! And I signed up for NaNoWriMo. Now, considering the FANTASTIC start that this blog got off to, you can imagine exactly how well that’s going. I’ve written about 600 words (with about a week to go) and to be honest, I hate every word.  I have zero experience of writing fiction, and despite all my aspirations to become a wonderfully successful novelist, I’m beginning to believe that it’s perhaps not where my heart truly lies. But I still enjoy writing. So here’s my blog.

The big news is that Kevin moved in this week. All his stuff is now here and he officially pays rent. We are now a co-habiting couple. And the last couple of days I’ve been thinking that even this time last year, I couldn’t imagine this EVER being a possibility with anyone. I was convinced that I was going to die alone (or as alone as you can be surrounded by dozens of cats). Yet here I am. Now, this is where, because I’m a girl, my mind runs away with me. I accidentally found myself Googling engagement rings and ‘What wedding dress would suit my shape?’ Let me say, categorically that I do NOT want to get married. Yet. But for the first time in my life, I feel like it’s a possibility. So whereas a year ago, this sort of internet search would have left me in puddles of tears, reaching for a bottle of wine, I now feel liberated that to some extent, I’m not engaged because I don’t want to be yet. Reading that last bit back, I’ve realised it may not sound how I’ve intended it to. I love Kevin, and I would definitely love to marry him one day. He knows this. We’ve talked about it. But we live in an extension on my dad’s house. We have zero savings and earn next to nothing. These are the reasons I don’t want to get married yet. Hope that clears things up.

So, ramble over? Yeah, I think so.

First. Blog. Ever

So it’s 8.20am on a Saturday. And I’m not working today. I love sleep, but for some reason am unable to return to my default setting this morning. While filling time watching The Daily Show and surfing IMDB and YouTube, I realised that I don’t write anything. And I want to. So here it is, my first blog ever.

I read some blogs regularly, e.g. Hayleyghoover (she's my inspiration), and I’m always envious. Have been for ages. So why has it taken me so long to actually start my own? Especially, when I know I enjoy writing, want to write more and occasionally (only occasionally) feel that I have things to write about? It’s because what I’m doing right now filled me with dread. Surely once you have an established blog, regardless of how popular it is - believe me, that is not why I’m doing this - it’s easy, you find a rhythm. But how do you start one?

Well, I’m going to start mine how you start any new relationship. With an introduction. I’m Gem, I’m 25, I’m a team leader at a cinema, live my with lovely boyfriend Kevin and rely far too much on my dad for someone who is rapidly approaching her late twenties - I still haven’t really come to terms with definitely being in my mid twenties yet. From working at a cinema, I imagine that a lot of my posts will consist of various movie reviews. Maybe not even from work. I saw a film on TV yesterday called NYC: Tornado Terror, and I feel that even this deserves a review. Maybe I’ll work on it later…

So anyway, after having been disturbed by my cat, rudely making me get out of bed just so he can think about going outside - certainly not until I’ve got all the way downstairs and opened the door can he make a definite decision about this (he decided not to and is now asleep on the dining room floor), and playing Trauma Centre for a couple of hours, maybe it’s time to publish this? By the way, Trauma Centre is excellent when you can do it, but after having a minor strop at one particular level, I have decided to walk away for a while.

I’ve decided that as I’ve already put laundry out this morning, no more chores should be done on my day off. Therefore, seeing as I’ve got a word processor out (and my boyfriends laptop so I can do it from bed) I’m going to write today. Anything. Everything. Wish me luck.

Have a good Saturday!