Coffee and Green Tea

I know, I know. celebrations throughout the land will take place today because, I, Michaela Garnett have finally posted some other pointless paragraph on wordpress after weeks of denial.

I’d like to think so, anyway.

I’m not sure why I haven’t written in so long but I’ll spare you the explanation as you probably do not care for one. This week beginning 17th February is the Half term holidays and I have had numerous lovely things planned during it that I thought i’d note down for memory’s sake.

I spent the beginning of it with Harvey,  we broke up ( from college I mean, not each other ) so I spent Friday with him and although we were meant to have a valentines meal, the chicken I cooked was raw in the middle and then when I put it back in the oven it went all dry so in the end I gave up and had a cheese sandwich. It was lovely. Then Harvey went down to the sea side to visit his Grandma and although I was invited, I stayed at home so that people could be seen and homework could be done!

I decided at the start of the holidays I was bored of my bedroom, so the little project I have started is drawing the disney castle, characters and quotes onto one of the walls. It’s taking ages and i’m not the best artist in the world, at one point  the castle just looked like a lot of wobbly penises but it’s starting to look acceptable. Harvey bought me 8meters of warm white fairy lights so I can put those up too so they look like stars.

I cannot believe I am 16 years old. More like 6!

Of course, some time was spent doing homework. Although i’m a published author, the subject I struggle most with is English literature, in particular, creative writing. All we have to do is write the opening chapter to a book and i’m finding it so hard,. my first grade was just a C, so if that doesn’t tell you  that ‘away with the fairies’ is 113 pages worth of absolute POOP I don’t know what will. I’ve also been going to the gym every day but today.

Yesterday, My neighbour and good friend Alex ( we call him Flanders, or Ned.) needed new clothes so some of us, his friends embarked on an adventure to Manchester. Dan, Lucy, conor and I all helped him pick out clothes, we even did the thing where you hold up two  shirts and are like ‘blue? or green?’  he chose green. I voted for us to do what they do in the movies where they all try on lots of outfits and we’re like, ‘nah, nope. NOOO..YES, IT’S PERFECT!’ but it didn’t happen. Dan also wanted some help, but finding a blazer to fit his arm length was hard, so he stuck with the safe option of buying multiple plain white t-shirts. Lucy said ‘i’m not buying any clothes until I have a car,’ yet she walked out with three bags. I bought a top, some shoes that were on sale for £3 and some mens bracelet. Conor, however, got his lip pierced. His parents aren’t too happy, but I wont go into that. Then we all had lunch and a bit later went to a cafe for coffee (  or in my case green tea) …actually, Dan was the only one to have Coffee.. so never mind.Anyway, It was a really nice day and it made me happy.

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Today the girls ( Lucy, Gee, Sophie and Becca ) are coming round and we’re going to eat noodles, watch films and drink tea all night and all day. I’m looking forward to it very much.

Love from me.x

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A good book

Oh my days, I was desperate to write a post and I thought i’d do it from my computer to be faster than doing it on my phone – turns out that wasn’t the case. I had to wait F-O-R-E-V-E-R for Internet explorer to load, only when It had loaded did I realize that my mum’s office computer isn’t as ancient as my little laptop and actually had Google Chrome Installed. Then as the page was loading There was this big red Flashy thing informing me I had won an iPad. Nice try, Internet Explorer. The only thing I gained from that Alert box was a headache.

Anyway, back to the post..

I love it when it gets colder nights and It goes darker earlier each night. I don’t appreciate the rain though, all cold and makes you jeans stick uncomfortably and makes your hair look greasy and hang all limp and POO.

However, The cold, dark nights make me all cosy, that was the point.

This morning, during first period, I started to read ‘The fault in our stars.’ Its got a very good reputation as an incredibly tragic and romantic book so I thought I’d give it a go. Safe to say if I haven’t read it all by first period tomorrow i’ll be surprised. Amazing, amazing book already and I’m only 3/5 of the way through it. I’ve laughed and I’ve cried and I cant wait to do more of that in the very near future.

Back to feeling cosy, (oh my god red zigzag lines. NO, AMERICAN SPELL CHECK, I AM NOT INCAPABLE OF SPELLING.)

I was reading this book tonight at the train station, again on the 3 minute train ride and then i even read it as I did the 4 minute walk back to my house. Granted, I stepped in quite a few puddles and may have reared off into the road a couple of times. The pages got all spotty because of the rain so i’m hoping the library woman will have her fit about that AFTER I’ve returned it and walked safely out of the college premises. All totally worth it.

I got home, walked up the front steps, opened the front door, said hello to my mum and dad, dodged the pool table ( do not forget I live in a pub,) and got upstairs into my room, kicked off my shoes, pulled off my jeans and crawled under my duvet all without looking up. Then I lay there, all cosy and warm in my bed both laughing and crying at this book which will definitely be a new favourite of mine. I cannot tell you how nice it was to just get lost for an hour without my phone buzzing. I’m pretty sure its one of those books that has one of those huge impacts on you for a couple of days afterwards, where you wish with all your heart that the book would never end or that you could just live in the world of those pages but you can never reread it because it just wont be as magical and enigmatic and i’m rambling shush Michaela.

Its put me into the mood where I just want to write and write and write, I get so much inspiration! I CANNOT go back to away with the fairies though, because I know that once I do It’ll consume me and I wont want to stop and to be honest I’m struggling  to find time for friends, family, college work, a job, a boyfriend, a blog, a diet, the internet, a criminal minds addiction AND a book (both writing and reading) . Not gonna happen, my brain is not clever enough to comprehend that much activity. However I do have a long, long list of books I want to read thanks to A-Level Literature introducing me to so many authors I’ve never met.

Congratulations, You just wasted approximately 4 minutes reading this post about what is going on in Michaela’s little brain. But thanks, anyways. Always open to new authors to add to my forever growing list.

Love from me.x

Big News.

Big news, this is my 60th post on this here blog that few visit and even fewer care about.
That isnt my big news, infact, the news Im about to report isnt even that big – maybe for me, but probably not for you.
This evening, I decided to take it upon myself to contact a range of publishers and editors regarding my book. the email went something like this:

Hello,
My name Is Michaela Garnett. I am 15 years old and recently self published my book ‘Away with the fairies.’ with an american organisation ‘Author House.’
However, I feel that my book could benefit more from the likes of an organisation such as yours.
Away with the fairies is a children’s fantasy. The protaganist, Poppy finds herself orphaned after her grandmothers death, and so goes in search of the fairy land her grandmother told her stories about. Naturally, once she finds this fairy world, she falls in love with it’s prince whom is already engaged, yet his fiancee is power hungry and this consumes her, resulting in her being unable to have compassion for anything but wealth and power.
I feel my story is GOOD and has alot of depth to it that most modern books need to succeed. However, my narrative skills aren’t what they need to be for my book to succeed.The depth I know could be there is either too obvious or goes unnoticed. It is like an unfinished manuscript and I regret deeply rushing into the publishing process.
I feel that with the help of a professional, my book can be great.

I didnt even finish the email. This is because I found myself already imagining the response.

Michaela,
No novel is to be expected of a girl of just fifteen, especially as you were younger still when you wrote the book.
Your book will only benefit from your own hard work and persistance, not ours.
The book sounds interesting, and if you’re not happy with it, do something about it. You’re narrative skills will come with practice and so that is what you should do.
you’re right to regret the rush – but it doesnt mean its over.
dont ask for help when you havent tried helping yourself.

so that’s that. I will use what Author house have given me as tools to develop as an author and I will re-write Away with the fairies and perhaps create a novel rather than a childrens book.
I wont self publish my perfected novel, because if it’s not good enough to be picked up by a big company who believes my novel will do well enough for them to work for free, it isnt good enough.
hopefully, if it takes off,my original published book will be worth more than £10.00 per book, because they will be officially ‘ORIGINAL.’
I think me and my parents are the only one’s excited about this.
Due to this desicion, I will be removing the chapters previously posted on this website. I didnt post any chapters for a while because I was waiting for somebody to ask me to, because they WANTED to read it. so if you did, you’ll have to purchase a book or suffer a couple of years.
Love from me x

Its been ages..

Its been ages since I wrote properly last, I suppose i’ve been busy with exams and plans and all that, that I haven’t had any motivation to write. 

When I’m bored my mind goes off and creates all sorts of stories and things that I can’t wait to write down, but seeing as i’ve been busy my mind is busy with exams and work and school that  it hasn’t had chance to wonder off. 

But now im getting huge urges to read a really good book or write more on the one im writing at the moment, but I cant afford to get distracted with all the things I have going on so will have to blog instead, which is always fun. 

Its also hard for me to go back to the book im writing. My Nanna was always the first one to read anything I wrote.She was the first one to read ‘Away with the fairies’ and was the first one to have a copy before it was published. So I named the character in this story ‘Veronica’ to surprise her when she read this one. Yet she didn’t live to let me finish it. 😦 now I don’t like writing about a woman named Veronica when MY veronica isnt here anymore. But at the same time, I dont want to have to go back through it and change the name of the character all the way through my writing. I’ll do something when I get to it I suppose.

I’ll definitely write sometime soon though, when exams are over and my charity event has been and gone, i’ll be more than ready to fly away somewhere new.

My instagram is @kaylaagarnett if you’d like to give me a follo. wink wink nudge nudge. You can find my twitter details on my blog’s homepage. But if not, its @michaelagarnett 

Love from me x

Appreciation for Parents.

At this age, you think you know it all.
But we don’t.

we wouldn’t be anything without our mum’s and dads.

we wouldn’t have clean clothes, a nice, cooked dinner on the table. We wouldn’t have the money to pay for things such as the broadband so many of us can’t imagine life without.

We wouldn’t have ANYTHING, and we certainly don’t show them the appreciation they deserve.

Parents are the ones who, first and foremost, gave us the greatest gift of all; the gift of LIFE. without them, I wouldn’t be here writing this, and you wouldn’t be there reading it. After that they go on to feed us, clothe us, teach us to talk, to walk, to run. They are the ones who kiss that poorly knee better once you’ve fallen of the bike Dad taught you to ride and Mum saved up to buy for you. Parents enrol us into school to give us a good, qualitative education and they teach us wrong from right.

They are the ones we go to for advice, the ones that make christmas happen (That doesn’t just happen, You know. Parents literally put blood, sweat and a lot of money into making christmas what it is.), that buy our birthday cakes and presents, they shed that proud tear when you say that one line you have in the school play you’ve been practicing for months.

They had a life once before they brought us into the world. They could go out when they pleased to see friends or go to see a film or to drink, yet they gave most of it up so that they could care for you and let you live the life they substituted for you.

They save and they work to earn the money that makes your world go round.

Yet we take that for granted.

‘My mum’s a bitch.’ When she won’t let you go to see the new band you like without an adult, because you’re not old enough to look after yourself, even if you think you are, the minute that big strong man see’s you and picks you up, you have no chance.

She isn’t doing it to be a bitch, she’s doing it to protect you.

I’ve done it, I still do. I take my parents for granted every single day. Those little things they spend time doing,  that make the difference.

‘Dad’s a douche’ because he wont give YOU the ten pounds that YOU want to spend on a new top. That ten pounds HE worked for. HE spent time earning?

What gives you the right to take that away from him?

I’m not saying the kids of this generation are bad kids, I’m saying sometimes we all forget how much our parents worked for us, fought for us, bought for us, gave up for us.

They made their own lives harder, so ours could be great.

Say Thank you to them.

Long time no writing.

Rubbish Title, I know.. apologies.

I haven’t written in what seems like ages, yet I have been so busy with my jam-packed social calendar, (I wish!)I have been unable to squeeze in my writing.. sad face.

I also think the lack of readers for my articles put me off writing them, so if you happen to be reading, make sure to re-blogg or whatever you blogger boffins do. It would mean a lot and I’ll promise to write more pointless rambles for you to read!

It’s not only readers I lack, it is also idea’s of what to write exactly, so any ideas would be greatly appreciated.

I’m going to be writing more on my travels to places such as California, LA and Frankfurt, places in which I’d never have visited if it weren’t for my book writing.

I’m looking forward to ranting at you! 😉