Love of Lights

I need to do some soul-scrubbing. The old badboy's gotten dirty. By which I mean since my exams have finished self-discipline has fallen drastically. Just because I'm not doing academia, it doesn't mean I don't have a life not to waste. So this post is going to spent soul-scrubbing, fixing myself up, in three parts. 1. Novel deadline. It's about time I got serious with the novel I'm working on. A part of me has decided that I want to do a postgraduate MA in Creative Writing, and if I want to do that, I need to submit some work as part of the application process. Now, I've just reached the end of the 2nd year of my undergraduate education, which means I've got 2 years left. I'm not entirely sure when MA applications begin, but I suppose it's fair to say that I should have something ready to submit before the second semester of my final year, which means before January 2016.  So in fact, I will just make that the deadline to have completed at l...

A few things have happened since  I lasted posted, so it's about time I caught myself up here. For organisation and expedience's sake, I'll go ahead and use section headings to order this. 1. Venice. I took my first trip abroad without parents in April. It was just me and my flatmate. I really wish I had written up a post of its own, so that I might have gotten into the nitty gritty of how I felt about it, but now it feels long gone and already fully part of me. I should briefly mention the highlights: (i) exercising my now "official" Europeanness -- the ease of travel that comes along with being officially recognised as a member of an international community, the realisation of the freedom and potential having a British passport now grants me, the feeling of my documents matching my inner affinities; (ii) using Italian to native Italians -- while I was clearly a foreigner with confused Italian, I managed to get my point across, and it's given me confidenc...