Wow. That plan for both a long writing session and for an early night failed epically. Instead, around half nine I met up with one of my friends and have just got back to my room in college. I’m going to finish the part of the scene I’m working on, get my book out and do a little bit of reading and then go to bed, but with a nine am in the morning getting up is not going to be a fun experience. Especially since I’m going to be washing my hair in the morning, unless I really can’t be bothered to get up. Sometimes I hate the way that uni makes you cram so much into every hour because if not you’d be spending your life studying or simply wasting the gaps in between. That might be one of the reasons why I am so utterly exhausted a significant proportion of the time. Duck Sleeping animated GIF University is difficult to juggle, at least for me, but I suppose if it wasn’t then it would be easy and it probably wouldn’t be such a rewarding (sometimes!) and character moulding experience. I’ll post my final word count for the day in a moment, but first a GIF of Leonardo di Caprio to end the day of well. titanic animated GIF Makes you think that caption, doesn’t it, but sadly class warfare/inequality isn’t a topic that I feel competent discussing after midnight on a Sunday, for fear I’ll say something that invalidates my opinion in some way. So instead, I’ll leave it there! Night all, Emma Scene word count yesterday: 452 words Scene word count before meeting friend: 1118 words Scene word count now: 2289 words Daily word count – 1837 Pretty impressive considering that I have struggled to write today, it was that last writing session after spending some time away that really upped the totals and I did just feel inspired, although this was possibly the lack of sleep talking. I’m liking the direction of the scene so far – just have to write the tricky bit, but that’s a job for another day!


Disused Buildings

My novel Girl With A Thousand Faces is set partly in an abandoned Victorian house which is set for demolition. Research online and simply imagining what an abandoned building is like would be nothing compared to the real thing but of course accessing an actual condemned house is pretty much impossible for me. Instead, I visited an old building (albeit not wholly Victorian) which is currently being renovated, after years of disuse.

I’ve included some pictures here that really encapsulated my visit, from the images that show just how damaged the building is — even after extensive renovations — and others that shows its beauty.

7 This statue was something that, although nothing to do with my research, I wanted to share. I had walked into one of the rooms of the house, which was empty aside from a piece of abandoned furniture and some granite slates (which I believe are being used for an artwork which is to be housed there). It was late afternoon the cloth at the window was blocking much of the light and that room hadn’t been one that captured my attention. Outside, I could see flowers and a single yellow rose in the garden — inside looked dull in comparison. Then I saw this statue, hidden away in the corner. I can’t help but wonder where it came from (a past event held in the house perhaps?) and how old it is, but it drew my eye.

6 This was interesting as well, although for a different reason. While this isn’t quite a building set for demolition, it is damaged and it was clear to see here with the plaster pulled away only in one place. What interested me about the house was the fact that some rooms were in perfect condition, likely because of the extensive renovations that have already occurred but others are still a WIP. From the outside, now, you could never guess that the building isn’t already perfect.

1 The ornate decoration on the ceiling fascinated me and now that its been cleaned up, I love it — but can’t help wonder what it looked like before renovations began.



I had to share a photo of those two panels, which look so faded yet still hold some of their original beauty. All in all, this visit was fascinating — especially as all of this was hidden away just a few streets away from the local arts group I am part of and I’ve likely walked past the house before…