Act Natural,

This blog is just going to be a quick one because I have something pretty important to be doing tonight, and it's not going to do itself. (Then again, what does?)

Last night I changed my hair colour, and I expected it to look completely barmy and outrageous to the point that I was killing myself to change it. It didn't come out as wrong as I thought. What I have heard a few times today, though, is oh, it looks quite natural. It's cool, but I would have to be a serious sort of a mess, the type where DNA has been through a blender to create this masterpiece. 

The reason I'm not falling over myself to change it though is because changing my hair is usually associated with the word fix, and this doesn't need so much fixing. If I were going for a creative job, instead of admin roles as I am, I would probably keep it a little while and just let it be. It seems like nothing I do to my hair, even the highlighter orange, is too much for me just to accept it, dig my confidence out of the bottom drawer and just live with. It's less styling it out than not giving a crap about most people's opinions or assessments of me. 

Now that last sentence is a weird one for me because a lot of my 'fears' or anxiety comes from the question, but what will people think? Back when I was 17 I asked myself that question and a lovely, strong voice would yell back (in my head) WHO CARES? It's something I'm trying to work my way back towards because in the end it helped me prioritise my happiness. It got me to London, to study Philosophy and it got me to self-publish a book. Yeah, it also got me into trouble a few times, but what's a river without a few rapids? 

Basically, I'm trying to act natural, without the fearfulness, and then hopefully, at some point, it won't be an act, and I'll have beaten it. Practice makes perfect. Practising writing this blog every day is making me practice sitting down and committing to writing. It can only be a good thing.

Catch you tomorrow.

50 Shades,

No,  I'm not talking about the novel(s) or the film, and thankfully I'm also not talking about grey (that would make me pretty upset since I'm only 23!). 

I'm talking about my hair. In order to go back to the glorious summer of the ginger ninja, or rather have a repeat of it, I had to strip out Taylor Swift's favourite colour (Red). Under all of that, my hair is quite a few different shades between platinum blonde, dirty blonde and roughly my natural brown. While I know it looks utterly ridiculous, I love it. 

Over the last few years I have done some fantastic things with my hair and it's been pretty fun, but this time the ginger should hopefully be more like one colour and a little more subdued. 

Something that I have realised is that differne hair colours do actually made a difference to your head. I'm not just saying that it makes it a different colour, which naturally it does, but I tend to be a lot more quirky when I'm ginger, fiery when my hair is red and dark when I was daft enough to dye my hair black ...

It makes me more careful when I think about the descriptions I write for my characters and how that matches up with how they behave. I'm not saying all the ditzy people are blonde (or all the blondes are ditzy) or anything like that, but the persona or identity which people display is directly in connection with the way that they think and feel, and if I can't build that into a character then they can't be believable. As much as I write things which might not be believable, fairies don't want to live in everyone's back gardens (and not everyone has a garden) I want the characters, most particularly the human ones, to be believeable and to feel real. 

Anyway, I have some more writing to do. Catch you tomorrow.