Stories*

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Today’s task: create a recurring blogging event on your site, and/or make plans to attend a conference. Via Blogging 201: Make the Most of Events (27th October 2014)

I have thought long and hard about the things I like to write about and how I can best turn them into a regular blog feature. What keeps coming up are relationships and the stories that have stemmed from them.

Since this is an organic process, it may evolve into something completely different, but I’ll kick off today with a tale from my dating past. I intend to see if I can get guest bloggers in to share their experiences and their own adventures. I would also like this to become a regular thing, I’ll be aiming for once a fortnight.

So which of the stories from my car crash past shall I start with?

I was 20 when I left home for the first time.

I stayed on a little extra at college to finish a secretarial course and an A Level in Film then decided the last thing I wanted was to continue my education in the classroom. Hardly the academic, I was done with awkward social encounters and eating my lunch in the back café where only the weirdos went. So I allowed myself to be talked into going travelling instead, with a friend I never really liked.

She was the kind of person who would say things like “Aw bless you, you do try” and make you feel like shit. But back then I just felt lucky to have someone willing to do something exotic with me so overlooked most of her heinous personality defects. Anyway, we saved for what felt like years for our trip to Australia and then suddenly we were on our way, 24 hours on a plane and a million light years from home (actually 10,552).

It didn’t take us long to settle in. Full of adventure, we spend good cash on a vintage Toyota Corolla to nip around in. Puke green and years past its sell-by date it ran like a dream. We were free to pursue any avenue we pleased and what pleased us then were boys.

I was on the path to vascular destruction and I didn’t even know it yet. It happened one night, in a pub in the sticks. A cross between the Mos Eisley Cantina and The Slaughtered Lamb, this wasn’t a pub for two bumbling teenagers but still it was where we found ourselves.

Sharon, my obnoxious travelling companion was designated driver and had already zoomed in on some company for the night but I was a shy girl. Spurning the advances of an enthusiastic and burly youth who promised to show me the back of his Ute, I was about to give up until I saw Him. Mine.

All I really remember about that first night was the rain. We’d arrived slap bang in the middle of Monsoon season and NSW was awash.

I had never seen anyone so beautiful. He told me I looked like Ginger Spice (it was the late 90’s) and when we retreated to the Corolla in the car park and he asked if he could kiss me, I let him.

What followed was the most confusing, heart wrenching, shameful, awakening year of my life.

It’s hard to describe how easily I went from being a barely kissed (but not longer virginal) teenager to a woman obsessed with a pretty but not very nice boy. After the romance of our first meeting, I fell hard and I guess my English accent made me just intriguing enough to keep around.

It didn’t encourage him to keep his dick in his pants though and many a night ended in (my) tears because he’d stayed out with someone else. One night he brought home another woman while I was there. In his bed.

This was my first experience of love and frankly, it wasn’t great. But I finally felt alive and thrived on the pain. This Small Town Girl was crazy in love and what did it matter if it felt bad 85% of the time? This was real.

Luckily, I have grown out of the notion that love and pain go hand in hand. For decades I believed that you had to work relentlessly to make all relationships work. I was wrong.

I sometimes count The Australian as my first love but of course I didn’t really find out what that was until much later on. This was my first experience of heartbreak though. If only I had a pound (or Australian dollar) for every tear I shed that year.

I found him on Facebook not long ago and the optimist in me hoped for a paunch, a bald head or no teeth; some light retribution for all the wrongdoing.

Sadly, I can confirm that time has been kind and he’s still flawless.

So that’s the tale of my first heartbreak. I have more stories, and love each and every one. They lead me here afterall.

What do you think of this feature? Could it work do you think? And would you like to contribute?

If you would like to tell us a tale, on anything from relationships to travels, email me: avoluptuousmind@gmail.com.

* A regular blog feature in which I tell stories, sometimes about relationships.

Set Three Goals

tumblr_mmao27cR6N1s9yt1no1_500First things first: let’s set some goals and plan for success. Via The Daily Post’s Blogging 201 program (20th October 2014)

A brief one from me today but I wanted to check in on Blogging 201’s first day and set out my three goals.

This is quite a hard one since I haven’t really thought about what I want to achieve yet, even though I’m over 100 posts in.

Well, beyond:

  • Get discovered and offered my own column in the Telegraph
  • Get paid filthy obscene money for one day’s work every week
  • Work from home blogging in my pants for the rest of my days

You know, realistic things.

I looked over the examples on this prompt and picked out a few I thought I could genuinely achieve. Not very original but there’s plenty of time for that in my writing, right? Right.

  • Create an editorial calendar for the next three months by November 1st. Honestly, I really need to look this up as I like the idea of having a plan, even if it’s not set in stone – but I have no clue how to do it.
  • Start, and maintain, a regular (weekly?) feature. Once I figure out what that will be.
  • Publicise and engage more on social media. And maybe think about gaining more followers.

The last one feels a bit forced since I’m honestly not in it for 1 million new followers. One more meaningful one would be enough.

Anyway, I’m going to go away and think about my new goals and I hope to start implementing them soon. Good luck if you’re doing the 201 as well.

Happy Monday all!