Oh, hello.

This seems like a jolly nice place to hide some ramblings and secrets and stories. I don't really understand this blog malarkey and I've never had one before, so I'm just going to use it as a pocket to keep some words in so they don't burst out of my face when my head gets too full.

My name is Catherine. I live in Kingston upon Thames, but I'm only here for two more weeks! I've just finished a degree in Creative Writing and Journalism and I'm waiting on a result which will decide whether I've got a First or a 2:1. Grim. To be honest though, I neither expect or deserve the First. It's not that I don't believe in my work, I just didn't really put the effort in that I should have. Aside from a few modules I never really got too excited about uni, but now that I don't have it I've started to become a scary kind of bored. I've got plenty to do, I write just as much as I used to, but I'm not a student any more. I've always needed something solid like that on the side to justify my hobby, but now I need to figure out how to turn the hobby into the solid thing.

I'm dreaming of New York. I went there at Christmas time in 2009, and I was stunned by it. You blink and the colours change. I wanted to know everything that was going on inside all those incredible buildings, and that impossibility just drew me in more. To work for a New York magazine would be the best situation I could possibly imagine myself in.

I couldn't stay there forever though. I have a vision of myself owning a shop in London that sells home-made cakes that are so good people come back for them again and again and again. Then, upstairs, is my room where I write. Seeing as I own a cake shop, I'm earning off my writing by this point. I am much older, in my forties perhaps, and I can't see who else is there with me. I'm definitely not alone though, which is reassuring as I'd go mental without people to talk to.

... but what about now? At the moment I see no chain of links or a list or instructions about how to do Real Life. I work in a cinema, I write features for a marketing website and I draw silly pictures in a big sketch book. I know I have the drive in me to do something when I really want to. I proved that to myself when I lost a lot of weight two years ago. I just need to figure out how I'm going to morph myself into an 8ft Pimm earning a bajillion pounds a day writing about a hamster with a passion for canoeing.

I guess I'll just keep on scribbling. I generally write little bursts of fiction, a few poems and occasionally dip into the book I've been trying to write since I was 16. I will draw and I will read and I will have a good summer at home in Wales. In September I will move to Brixton, which despite being terrifying should put me in a good place to find some journalism work so I can build up a portfolio and find a Real Job. And then go to New York. And own a cake shop. If I actually achieve all of these things I will run around very fast. I'm not sure where yet, but I will be naked. Yarp.