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Writing my senior thesis was probably one of my biggest accomplishments thus far. It's very difficult to create a coherent piece of work from start to finish. I had been trying to write a "book" since I was in high school. My drawers are filled with beginnings and endings, but nothing solid. I remember when I handed my thesis into my professor last May, I burst into tears. It was my baby. I had done it. Well, I think I'm ready to do it again.
I think I'm going to call it "The Year that Followed" and then put both pieces of work together. They will complement each other, like sisters. I don't think my thesis can stand alone anymore, not after everything that has happened since I wrote it. (I will never change the words to Whatever Will Be, Will Be. In it, I only say good things about C., and although that might sound weird now, it's how I felt and I won't change it.)
I need to write about Italy and the aftermath of the vacation. I was compelled to put something together months ago, but I wasn't ready. I'm strong enough now that I can write about this crazy year and appear stable and sane (appear being the keyword.)
When I share the past 8 months with others, the most common reaction I get is: "Oh my God. You have to write a book."
Yes. That's true. So stay tuned.
p.s. He keeps calling, but I'm not ready to talk to him. I don't know if I ever will be. If you're reading this, of course I'm alive. I'm more alive than I've been in a long time.
I think I'm going to call it "The Year that Followed" and then put both pieces of work together. They will complement each other, like sisters. I don't think my thesis can stand alone anymore, not after everything that has happened since I wrote it. (I will never change the words to Whatever Will Be, Will Be. In it, I only say good things about C., and although that might sound weird now, it's how I felt and I won't change it.)
I need to write about Italy and the aftermath of the vacation. I was compelled to put something together months ago, but I wasn't ready. I'm strong enough now that I can write about this crazy year and appear stable and sane (appear being the keyword.)
When I share the past 8 months with others, the most common reaction I get is: "Oh my God. You have to write a book."
Yes. That's true. So stay tuned.
p.s. He keeps calling, but I'm not ready to talk to him. I don't know if I ever will be. If you're reading this, of course I'm alive. I'm more alive than I've been in a long time.