Shit.

I totally forgot. The whole reason for the Tomorrow When The War Began post was to jot down that it inspired me to write.

Instead, I bludgeoned you with a book recommendation, swore, and ranted like a 13 year old (version of myself) about wanting to be in a movie. Bahahah.

I watched the special features after the movie (pa-thetic. I'm obsessed again. Watch this space. I'll be reading them again in a matter of days), and John was talking about writing, likening it to a swimmer training for the Olympics.

I'm all 'I'd love to be a writer' but, I don't make the time to write. In fact, the IKEA desk I bought earlier this year? I sat at it to write for the first time yesterday. Yes. My desk has moonlighting as a makeshift WARDROBE (IKEA - so verstaile).
The shame. Wish I took a picture.
 
So, I'm watching John Marsden talk about writers needing to write every day, or we'll become shitty and flabby (not unlike an out of training Olympian). I march into my room, pull everything off my desk, violently deposit it on the floor and commandeer my sister's laptop (mine is so severely old, I need a new one badly if anyone's feeling generous).
 
And I wrote.
 
It's not the best thing I've written, and it's quite TWTWB inspired (haha), but I'm really happy with myself.
Normally I just write when an idea pops into my head; if I can be bothered turning on the light and reaching for my pen and paper (bastard nocturnal imagination).
 
But I sat down, and I just wrote.
 
I'm going to train more often. In different styles, different genres.
 
One day my story will find me.
   
 

I'll always have a bit of clutter, so I leave with this excuse (thanks Einstein).

I love Ellie Linton

Let me begin, by saying Stuart Beattie did a marvellous job with the Tomorrow When The War Began film adaptation.

Let me add to that, that thanks to John Marsden I spent a lot of sleepless nights clutching a paper back in my bed, wanting to yell - at some unGodly hour - at the top of my lungs 'F*CKING HELL ELLIE, BE CAREFUL'.

So I guess it's a little obvious that I recently watched the movie again.

Which means Scarlett O'Hara could be on shaky ground right now, as one of my favourite female heroines battles it out for my (at the moment, shamefully limited) literary interest.

I love the books so much, and the movie totally captured the book's spirit. John wrote the book because he wanted to bring back the adventure story, because he wanted to show that teenagers aren't completely lazy wankers. You can just tell everyone working on the film loves it, and just gets it.

Which is why when I watch the movie I suffer pangs of envy as sharp as Lee's description of a bullet wound. I'm terribly jealous that I'm not a part of it.

But that's ok.

That's ok.

If you've never read the books, I urge you, I implore you. Get aquainted with the gorgeous, gutsy, and totally nuts Miss Ellie Linton ASAP.

You won't regret it.

(And if you do, you suck and we're not friends).

(But you can still read my blog).

P.S Check out John Marsden's website. It's a book. It's insanely cool.

Holy Manolo.

This is the zaniest shoe I’ve ever laid eyes on. Glitter? Check. Perspex heel? Check. T-bars? Check.

Glitter Bug Heel

Way way too far out of my pauperly price range for a novelty purchase. I would totally work these bad boys all over the place if I were a celebrity who gets tons of shit given to them even though they earn more than enough to buy their own things.

... Wankers.

Crazy Workload Vs Procrastination

Dudes.

I'mma be either a shitty blogger, or a fabulous one for the next two weeks.

So I apologise. In case of either my absence... or presence.

But :)

I did write myself a huge to-do list of things to blog about. It includes 'Movie Endings I Have Mentally Rewritten'.

Bahaha, oh boy. You are totally in for a treat man. That one alone will just be a bag o fun*.

So, I'll leave you with a snapshot of me at the moment:
- I'm still reading Gone With The Wind. It's taking me a while, but totally worth it. I will no longer have to run screaming from the TV/friends/internet yelling SHUT UP SHUT UP I HAVEN'T READ IT YOU TWAT.

- Shake It Out by Florence and the Machine has been implanted in my brainsicles. My God. Florence. You beautiful beautiful thing. I cannot wait to see you live someday. (Mention Splendour 2010 to me and meet a most gruesome death).

- Have been thinking for a while about changing my blog name to match my twitter name - Miss Joy Monger. It sounds better. But. I have some lovely strong sentimental ties to Opinionated Ophelia. Input?

- Am also debating if I want to stay in Communication/Media or start studying to be a teacher. Kind of want to do both. Like media. Most times. But the longer I leave the studying thing, the harder it'll get? (Financially?). But I also need to work like an ass to save for Europe/crazy living in NY dreams. CONUNDRUM.

- ... HOW DO YOU EVEN SPELL CONUNDRUM? WHAT DO THEY TEACH IN THOSE SCHOOLS? I MUST GET INTO TEACHING RIGHT AWAY AND CONUNDRUMISE ALL THE CHILDREN.

- OPH OUT.

*Read - yelling.