It seems to be impossible to get a job here. Impossible.
Though I'm not in DESPERATE need of a job, it would be nice to have some money to buy clothes. I know that sounds a bit obnoxious, but if you have ever gotten the chance to walk into Topshop on Oxford Street, you'll understand where I'm coming from.
I was talking to someone today about writers. When he asked me who my "role models" are, Sylvia Plath's name instantly left my mouth which took me by surprise. I've always gotten annoyed when people list off clichéd writers, and yet here I was, doing the exact same thing! I explained my reasoning (I'm not so crazy about what she writes about but I look up to the overall way she approaches her writing, the mood she creates) but was still annoyed at myself. Though I do look up to Sylvia Plath, she's definitely not at the top of my list but more towards the middle. Maybe we look for common and familiar ground instinctively, not just when talking about writers but all forms of culture; perhaps it's our way of avoiding a potentially awkward conversation. Or maybe, we feel we have to pull out these names because we actually don't want to admit we were inspired by the authors who write novels that have been dubbed "guilty pleasures"? I promised myself today never to list off a name just for the sake of it if ever asked that question again! As for my actual "role models"? I'd have to say they're always changing. When I was thirteen and fourteen, Sonya Sones and Sarah Dessen were definitely up there. Then in grade eleven I was introduced to Evelyn Lau and fell in love with her fearlessness when it comes to subject matter. In grade twelve we studied Michael Ondatje and although his writing confused me for a while, I suddenly couldn't stop reading his novels (there's something addictive about his style of writing). I think that all of the writer's above have inspired me in equally different ways.
I'm going to be starting an evening writing course soon. I'm pretty excited!
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