Finally, I am going to finish something

I’ve decided to get back to The Cure Program full-time. Well, as much time as possible. I’ve also asked Professor Harding to edit it for me, and he’s agreed. I need to have it finished by xmas break so that he can look at it. In the meantime he is going to help me with the parts I’m stuck on. The bad side of this is that I am dropping NaNoWriMo this year.

I’ve participated in NaNoWriMo since 2005. That year, I finished writing a novel for the first time — but did not make it to the 50,000 word mark. Up until then I had started several novels and left them in limbo. In 2006 I quit because I wasn’t happy with what I was writing and I didn’t have the time (it was my first semester of college). In 2007, I won but didn’t finish the novel. To me, I have won twice. I have already gotten the full NaNo-experience, and I think it is more important to finish The Cure Program rather than let it collect dust. I don’t have time to do both. I need to jump on the opportunities that I have: my professor will be available at the end of the semester to edit for me, and the genre I am writing in is apparently very hot right now.

So, during the month of November, I will finish my baby. I will finish writing it and prepare to begin the editing process. In December or January, I will start contacting agents. Thumbtacks will get written, just not right now.

I do, however, plan to attend the write-ins for my NaNoWriMo regional group. That way I’ll have specific time set aside to write, and I can get to know some other writers in my area. Hopefully they won’t mind hanging out with a NaNo-dropout. :D

What is it?

Last night, as I drove home from Mike’s — I went over there to watch the game — I tried to figure out what my surprise might be, besides the seemingly obvious. I narrowed it down to clothes or shoes:

Clothes would make sense, because Britt (his sister) could try them on and/or pick them out, and he would have had to ask my mom for my sizes. The problem with this theory? He already knows my sizes (they’re basically the same as Britt’s) and he just gave me a few garbage bags full of Britt’s gently (read: never) used clothing.

Shoes would make sense, because Britt got him Pumas for his birthday because her boyfriend has a friend who works at a shoe store and he can get a discount through him. Mike would have had to ask Mom for my shoe size (which he definitely doesn’t know). I’m kind of disbanding this theory, though; when I told Mom I thought he was getting me shoes she said it was an “interesting” theory and the look on her face told me that I wasn’t even close.

So I’m back to square one. Does anyone have any suggestions? Please help!

How thin is too thin?

I read a lot of blogs — and usually when I should be working or doing homework. I am always amazed when I hear someone’s story, but I was more than surprised when I read Miss Britt’s post from yesterday. Not many people will talk about eating disorders (I’m using eating disorders as a loose term, since not all cases are actual disorders), whether they are short periods of self-starvation or longer periods that require diagnosis and treatment. Miss Britt’s post about her own struggles as a teenager really hit home to me; at 16 I went through my own period of self-starvation. Read more on lettersoflove.net »


PS (01/18/2010): The link is dead, because I’m a jerk and accidentally deleted the original post. I’ll have to remember to write about it here at a later time. Sorry guys!

Her name was Elaine

This morning, one of my grandmother’s best friends passed away. She had cancer and they had taken her off all treatment and machines a few days ago because she had stopped responding to treatment. We knew it was only a matter of time, but it still sucks.

Rest in peace, Elaine

Rest in peace, Elaine

Elaine was one of those people that you couldn’t help but listen to. As a kid I loved sitting around the campfire up at the lake and listening to her and her husband Larry talk about anything from baseball to art to philosophy to jokes. She was a tiny, strong woman and I think I speak for everyone I know when I say that I loved her dearly. I wish I’d gotten another night to sit around the campfire and talk with her.

It seems like everyone I know is dying lately. These things really do come in threes. I’m not sure if I can handle going to another funeral, but I want to be there for Noni (my grandma). I do know that if there is going to be a wake I will probably steer clear of that. I just can’t handle wakes anymore. Continue reading

A little self-therapy

The previously password-protected post is now public. Up until now it’s been hard for me to talk about it, but I want to try and move on. I want to try and live without fearing it happening again. I guess this is my self-therapy.

I’ll come back with a regular post soon. Right now things are just a little hectic and I’ve gotta get some stuff done. In the meantime, if you want to make your brain bleed you can check out the archives for some badly written, boring crap. :D

PS: Big shout-out to all the new readers! I feel special now that complete strangers are reading my drivel. Heh.