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July 2018: Dance, Jobhunting, and Camp NaNoWriMo

July 2018: Dance, Jobhunting, and Camp NaNoWriMo

I don’t seem to have the hang of the whole blogging malarkey at the moment. Sorry about that. Hoping to do a more detailed write-up of my trip to Ireland for the Blas International Summer School for Music and Dance, but my hands are… not doing too great at the moment, and I’m trying to save them as much as I can. Therefore this post will be a few brief bits of news, hopefully with some longer ones to come….

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The Future Tense of Spectacular

The Future Tense of Spectacular

Deciding to return to Irish dance was a risky proposition, for me. I had no idea how my body would react — whether it would make my chronic pain better or worse, cause injury or allow me to get stronger. But it was also risky on a physical level. When I started considering going back to Irish dance, I found myself suddenly full of wildly ambitious plans and dreams, such as I haven’t had for years. My health problems mean…

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50k, Onesies, and Fatigue

50k, Onesies, and Fatigue

I hit 50k for NaNoWriMo on the 11th November. I didn’t say much at the time because I still have a long way to go before I finish the book and, for me, hitting 50k is not especially remarkable. It wasn’t my fastest year (2013 only took me three days), but also wasn’t my slowest (last year I hit 50k on on Day 26). It felt like an achievement, but in many ways one I only managed by virtue of…

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Lost Potential and Abandoned Dreams

Lost Potential and Abandoned Dreams

For those who aren’t aware, I used to be a competitive Irish dancer. (I’ve written about it before here. And here. And in other places. ) Maybe that’s a bit of an overstatement. I wasn’t the kind of competitive Irish dancer who is at a feis (competition) every weekend, has a huge elaborate curly wig and a dress costing thousands of pounds that seem mostly to have been spent on finding the grossest combination of neon with Swarovski crystals. I…

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Trains And Tutus

Trains And Tutus

Time for a progress update! I’ve been home a grand total of, like, three days. In that time I’ve managed to raid the local library, drink far too many cups of tea, and have sleep patterns that vaguely approach normal, which is weird. While Monday was productive and relatively free of anxiety, Tuesday went downhill again, but I’m trying to reassure myself that the whole point of being at home is not having to be productive. But enough of that….

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Lord of the Dance: Dangerous Games (2/2)

Lord of the Dance: Dangerous Games (2/2)

So, you’ve read my plot summary. You’ve probably got some ideas about what I liked and didn’t like about the show. Now let’s look at it more closely! Lord of the Dance is a classic good vs evil story, but that doesn’t mean it’s not problematic, and actually, this production was one of the most sexist productions I’ve ever seen. Okay, maybe “sexist” is too strong a word — misogynistic? Nah, let’s stick with sexist, because I can actually spell…

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Dance Is My Escape Route

Dance Is My Escape Route

Have you ever been in a show? Particularly a musical, given their extraordinary oddness. You spent weeks and weeks returning until the songs will never leave your head; you ladder every pair of ballet tights you own because those things are not designed for jazz leaps, especially on a splintery wooden stage; and you emerge the other side usually covered in glitter. And then you have opening night. Opening nights are kind of terrifying. There are all sorts of factors…

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Once, I was an Irish dancer…

Once, I was an Irish dancer…

There are two things I learned today: That voice you get in the back of your head that makes sarky comments whenever you’re doing something stupid or ill-advised? Mine sounds like Crowley from Supernatural, and it’s actually fairly worrying. My subconscious is the king of hell. Who’d have thought it? My cycling muscles are in nothing like the condition they were in three years ago. As fascinating as item (1) is, item (2) provides a great deal more opportunity for…

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Why I Dance

Why I Dance

More than once, I have been asked why I dance. More than once, people have seen me practicing, stretching, rubbing an aching muscle, hurrying from a class to another activity, and they ask me why I do this. More than once, I have sat at home with a support bandage around my ankle or my knee, doped up on painkillers, and I have wondered why I do this, and I have asked myself – is it really worth it? I…

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