Explanation?

Posting twice? In as many days? Who knew it was possible!

This extra post, and a lot of other things, are to show my seriousness about being active in my writing and posting here. But I'm also writing this post to you to explain the sudden surge of activity on this site.

As some of you many know, I study a Bachelor of Fine Arts (Creative Writing) at QUT. As part of that, I'm taking a subject about professional writing and editing in the corporate sphere. One of the many assignments for this subject is to pick either manual, speech, or web writing. From here, we can either create something new or improve on something that already exists.

The only real criteria for what we pick is that is has to be something professional. This website - while also being my blog - is where I showcase my work professionally, with the goal in mind of being spotted and picked up for employment. So why not take this as a chance to give my website an upgrade while getting study done!

This assignment for uni is why there is so much work happening out of the blue. The website updating, the frequent posting - all a combination of uni study and long over-due work.

So, there you have it. You all know exactly what's happening and my conscience is clear of hiding ulterior motives. (Uni assignment work isn't really an ulterior motive, but anxiety likes to toy with your head sometimes.)

Well, now that there air has been cleared, I will leave you with the suspense of a sneak peak at a new story soon to be posted.

xx J. Jammy May

~ Sneak Peak ~

I remember the painted pink and blue bedroom walls. Shadows of the night bathing the room on one side and the dim light of the lamp from the lounge room on the other. I remember walking, feeling the floor beneath my feet transition from cold tile to carpet. I remember pulling back my hot pink fluffy blanket and the feeling of my long pyjama pants rubbing between the sheets as I get into bed. I remember, at ten years old, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark solar system stickers on the ceiling above my head. I remember wondering if, in the morning – when I wake up to start getting ready for school – if I will have my parents in the house with me. Or if I will even have a mum at all come tomorrow.