So this is me trying it out. Ranting, as per usual.
On Saturday mother and I went up to Basingstoke to go to this “Milestones Museum”, which is basically a little recreation of parts of Victorian Hampshire… and a 1930s Fareham, to take photographs for my media unit.
My media unit. Which is 90% creative work, and these photos are meant to be ‘research’ for the novel samples I am writing for it. But my mother seems to be something of a control freak and it’s only been recently that I’ve started to notice this. Whenever I do something, it has to be her way of doing something, from my work to cooking a damn cake, so every damn minute we were in this museum it’s “take a picture of this is could be this” and “this looks good take a picture of this” “you can write about this and this and this so take a picture of this”.
I don’t know about anyone else, but having someone tell me what to do really takes the fun out of it, and makes me not want to do it.
Then she gets all pissy when I walk off to take pictures of what I want and know I need for my work. I’m writing about Jack the Ripper in Whitechapel in the PoV of a rich and dandy gentleman, not some sodding woodcutter in… a woodcutting yard. Okay, so she’s trying to help, but seriously, if I needed help I’d ask for it!
Also, on the way there, I got the same lecture I always get every so often about how God says I shouldn’t write stories about Vampires because they don’t exist and they’re wrong.
She also can’t get her head around why all the non-fanfic things I’m writing now all have Vampires in. Try, because they’re all part of a greater story?
I’ve always been taught to write about what you know, enjoy and inspires you. Vampires are all three. I’m pretty sure no one’s told J.K.Rowling to stop writing about Wizards because they’re wrong.

