Finals

I have completed a semester of college. Little, old me.

I loved the class and wish I could take another one. But I only needed one humanities class and Introduction to Mythology was it. I wished now that I had taken one of the science classes that I needed. Oh, well.

I have not written anything, but I'm not sure I can blame it on school. I'm in a blue funk. Trying to find my way in transition once again.

The Little Engine that could

I wonder if all writers are like that. If other writers feel the need to write about not writing. It seems a little perverse.

I use writing to process my life. So many times what I write is conversational and not well done. It doesn't matter to me, but apparently since I am writing publicly it should.

I joined National Novel Writing Month with every intention of losing. I tried outlining and didn't do it. I am not against outlining as some people are, but life got in the way. I understand that this is just another excuse in a long list but I have allowed things to get into the way of my writing.

There. That's not a cop-out; that's truth.

My children are watching a movie while I am in the quiet room of the library. I will bravely face my 400 words. I will tell myself that I can do this and it doesn't have to be completed in November if I don't want to. I will talk kindly to myself because that is how I would talk to another writer.

I know I can. I know I can.

Where in the world is...

I'm adjusting to school and so are the kids. Things are easing into a routine. I will be trying to write a little next week.