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I’m writing this post from my phone. Which seems kinda stupid, considering the fact that I also have my laptop within finger’s grasp. But, hey, anything to get me blogging, right? I am getting myself back together, again. It seems I’m always saying that – but it’s always true. I hope to make a real post soon. Peace. ^_^ I need to get my thoughts in order. My life in order. I haven’t written much this year… a few poems and that’s about it. No stories (though I plan to try to flash at Show Me Your Lits later today. I’ve mostly been dealing with a new puppy But writing is beckoning to me again. I’m split between trying to finish school (four courses left, yeah, I’m a dumbass if I don’t finish) or writing seriously, full-time when Julia goes to school in the fall. I know I can do both, well, write some of the time and do school, but I can’t completely devote myself to a novel if I’m spending mucho brain power on the courses. It’s a tough decision. For the near future, I plan to do NaPoWriMo 2010, where I will write a poem each day for the month of April. Wish me luck!
I made so many promises to myself for the year 30. I would write a novel by 30. Graduate from college by 30. Own a house by 30. I am not good at keeping my promises. I guess I failed them to make room for others. I did publish a chapbook, writing poetry I didn’t know I had in me. I have a daughter. I live in a nice, if not mine, house. School, while an eventuality, no longer seems like something I *have* to complete to feel whole. But I will. So what for 31? Well, now that I’m firmly entrenched in my 30’s I suppose I should really try to be… gasp, mature. And I will buckle down and write that novel, even if it’s not finished this year. I’ll write everyday, even if it’s just here. I’ll make friends with people I meet, online or in person. And I’ll get healthy, even if it means going to a million and one doctors to find out what’s really going on inside this body o’ mine. It’s not lupus. It’s never lupus. Optimism. I know… so not me. But I’m trying it on, and hoping it’s not a size too small. Okay, it’s really Tori. Fooled ya, didn’t I? *shakes off dust, blows off cobwebs* This place was looking a bit… sparse. It’s time I get back to writing and dumping my brain in here. I’ve been spending far too much time in Farmville and reading the Spanish version of fmylife.com (it has a far cooler name – putavidademierda.com, and flexes those Spanish brain cells). Inspiration – it’s hard to get lately, what with the lungs of death that I’ve been dealt since Christmas. I’ve been relegated to the couch, parked in front of Nick Jr programming for hours on end. I hate Toot and Puddle. What the hell is up with those names anyway? I feel British saying them, but they’re not. Just pigs. Bah. Julia needs to get some taste in cartoons. I have ideas… oh how I have them. But I can’t write them down. Why can’t I write them down? I have paper. I have laptop. I have Scrivener. I have everything I need. I need to do research on World War II. I need I need I need… how does a writer get started on the biggest project of her life? It’s easier with small things. Maybe I should just start small again before I jump in the deep end. I was tipped to this link on one of the boards I frequent: Awful Library Books. It’s pretty awesome. I love books and this is a great collection of some of the worst. I used to love going through the stacks as a kid and pulling out books that had interesting titles, reading the back, and then laughing before putting them back. I didn’t realize that other libraries still had books from back in the stone ages as well… or just plain weird books such as this one: One thing I admit… I still know the Dewey decimal system. And I sort of miss card catalogs. Being old enough to reminisce about the “old days” is weird. |
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