:-/ Real Life is Not My Area
If I could spend all day every day just wrapping myself up in the amazing stories around me, I would do it in a heart beat. Books, movies, TV show marathons, my own stories, collaborating with Heather, even watching the Behind the Scenes stuff of DVDs and hearing the true stories of how these amazing stories came into existence--that's the most fun I ever have.
I am a creature that craves escape.
So it's always stressing when real life starts out-weighing all of that, which is what has been going on lately. School has started back, so there's homework I don't want to do hanging over my head. (sometimes I wonder why I even bother. College is over rated anyway.) Heather has a job, so she isn't around for hours on end to joke with. i need a job, but don't have one. I should really be writing and sending out all kinds of query letters for Grey Eyes, but I'm not. And I've lost momentum on Thin so I'm four days behind in JaNo 2011. YIKES.
And then there's the recent pain of being disappointed by a close friend.
I won't go into details, but basically, someone that I used to trust impeccably has managed to break that trust.
I find myself suspicious of everything she does, and I hate that. It feels icky. The realities of it is that all of the pretty things she used to say are beginning to look like nothing but empty words.
I still haven't let myself completely believe that she isn't holding up her end--she's come a long way form where she started and is doing really well--but I keep having a nagging thought that she isn't who I thought she was.
She said she would do a lot of things, but hasn't did any of them. And apparently she does things that she doesn't bother to tell me about.
I've talked to her about it, but didn't say nearly enough of the things I needed to. She was quick to apologize and explain away all of my I suspicions and I--hating to feel angry--was quick to accept and we eagerly put it behind us and moved on.
talking about it with her is an inevitability that I am NOT looking forward to...
Okay, now we know that it's a true procrastination problem when I start spilling my personal guts out onto the world wide web. But alas, the interference of real life troubles is a real writing obstacle, so might as well write about it.
Now enough with the procrastination--onward to fixing that embarrassing JaNo word count....
I am a creature that craves escape.
So it's always stressing when real life starts out-weighing all of that, which is what has been going on lately. School has started back, so there's homework I don't want to do hanging over my head. (sometimes I wonder why I even bother. College is over rated anyway.) Heather has a job, so she isn't around for hours on end to joke with. i need a job, but don't have one. I should really be writing and sending out all kinds of query letters for Grey Eyes, but I'm not. And I've lost momentum on Thin so I'm four days behind in JaNo 2011. YIKES.
And then there's the recent pain of being disappointed by a close friend.
I won't go into details, but basically, someone that I used to trust impeccably has managed to break that trust.
I find myself suspicious of everything she does, and I hate that. It feels icky. The realities of it is that all of the pretty things she used to say are beginning to look like nothing but empty words.
I still haven't let myself completely believe that she isn't holding up her end--she's come a long way form where she started and is doing really well--but I keep having a nagging thought that she isn't who I thought she was.
She said she would do a lot of things, but hasn't did any of them. And apparently she does things that she doesn't bother to tell me about.
I've talked to her about it, but didn't say nearly enough of the things I needed to. She was quick to apologize and explain away all of my I suspicions and I--hating to feel angry--was quick to accept and we eagerly put it behind us and moved on.
talking about it with her is an inevitability that I am NOT looking forward to...
Okay, now we know that it's a true procrastination problem when I start spilling my personal guts out onto the world wide web. But alas, the interference of real life troubles is a real writing obstacle, so might as well write about it.
Now enough with the procrastination--onward to fixing that embarrassing JaNo word count....