Blogtember Day #12- My Bullet Journal!

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So I’ve wanted to do a blog pist about my Bullet Journal for a while now, so I thought why not kick off (my) blogtember with my journal post?! 

A friend of mine inspired me to take up Bullet Jounraling when she would carry hers around with her at uni. It looked absolutely beautiful and so much fun, so I decided to let her talk me into it. I didn’t know much about ‘Bu-Jo’ing so I joined the Facebook group, which still gives me so much inspo now. 

So what is a Bullet Journal? Well it can be whatever you want it to be! There are no rules. You can use your journal as a tracker, a diary or a doodle book. I generally use mine for life admin, like writing in dates I need to remember and trying to originate myself better (which I need a lot of help with!) 

I’m not saying this is how you MUST do your journals should you ever wish to take it up, I’m just going to share mine with you and I hope you like it! 🙂

My journal has dotted pages, which is very use and I think it looks a lot tidier than lines or squares. I use all sorts of stationary, including fine-nibbed felt tips, washi tape, stickers, stamps, postcards- anything!! 


Honestly, my washi tape collection is obscene so I won’t show you everything. (Maybe I should dedicate a whole post to showing you every roll of washi tape, and hope you don’t fall asleep) (you would). 


So I generally like to do a monthly view to write down important events like birthdays and big occasions….


However, I also do weekly spreads for the nitty gritty events like the dentist and over-time I may have worked. In the weekly spreads I also do weekly trackers with sleep patterns, and anxiety levels throughout the week. I also record my habits and goals, which is a really useful thing for me to do when I have panic attacks or get ill or anything, I can look back at my habits and see what may have changed. 


Some of my favourite pages are just random ones where I’ve stuck in some pictures or saved a cinema ticket after seeing a film I’ve enjoyed. I went a bit crazy in this one… I wanted to save the cinema ticket but loved the film so much I decided to dedicate a whole spread to it. I’m also planning on doing this for some of my other fave films! 



Generally, my Bu-Jo is a life tracker of what I’ve achieved, what I’ve learnt and goals and frackers. Here is an example; this is my reading tracker bookshelf…


I have really found that my journal helps with organising myself, and even my anxiety. It’s such a relaxing and fulfilling hobby and it really allows you to be as creative as you like! 

I hope you’ve enjoyed this post about my journal, and I hope it inspires you to maybe take up bullet journaling too! If you’re interested in it, have a look at the Facebook group, I guarantee you’ll be inspired! https://m.facebook.com/groups/815967298418820

Love!

Emily 

Xoxo

MY FIRST…. NOVEL???

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Hey everyone!

So, as you may already know, I have recently finished my degree in Creative Writing. I absolutely loved it and I’m already missing the weekly writing assignments. So I’ve had an idea for a Young Adult novel for about 4 years now… so I think now is the time to write it and put it out into the world! (Scaryyyyy).

I’m going to leave a lil teaser down below… let me know what you all think of the opening (please don’t be harsh), and comment below as to whether you’d like to read more. FINGER’S CROSSED!

ENJOY:

Between Me & You (working title)

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       “The night before I embarked on the biggest journey of my life, my father and I ate fajitas in silence. A-Levels, were going to be my mountain and I was the lonely mountaineer with one measly pick-axe and no map. Of course, I couldn’t tell my dad about my fears of desertion or avalanches, so I would spend every meal time racking my brains in an effort to find a topic of conversation. And often, nothing came. The sounds of chewing and swallowing filled our echoey kitchen, and that was all. That was night my dad came home from work with a brand new computer, and told me I would need it for my studies. Not only was this a huge shock, but it also gave me the feeling of exceptionally deep guilt. We were not well-off people. My dad worked twelve hour shifts, six days a week just to keep a roof over our heads and provide food for me which I didn’t eat. The furthest his education went was to the age of 15 and was purely sport-based; what did he care about my studies? I also assumed he never understood it, its importance, its pressures, its unbearable injustices.”