Refusing

I posted my first chapter ever on my OWG. It's amazing how nervous it can make you when you're waiting on someone else to give feedback on your work. It's also liberating. I'm stoked about moving forward with this part of my life.

I'm tired of making half-hearted goals. I want one that's a little more challenging, but engaging enough to keep me involved.

I had a major breakthrough the other night with my Work-in-Progress. I initially was disappointed with the chapter thinking it wasn't a good fit with the plot. So I brainstormed different ways the chapter could have gone. And it turns out, my best option ended up fitting my written chapter perfectly. It was awesome.

I'm also contemplating competing in NaNoWriMo. The forecast for November looks pretty busy regardless, but I'm hoping the added pressure will encourage me to perform on deadline. And I want the Web graphic. heh.

It's amazing how you need that push at times.

Friday

I guess that it's officially Friday now. I have now attended each of my classes at least once. I've also realized a couple of things:
1. Journalism students as a whole are not as intelligent as I previously thought. (Apparently basic algebra scares them.)
2. I complained about not having interesting enough things to blog about because I never saw anyone/thing interesting during my normal day. This is no longer true.
a. I met the Artist - formerly known by an Indian name.
b. I saw a very leggy undergrad driving one of those mini-motorcycles around campus today. It looked like a motorized clown bike. It was banana yellow.
3. Arizona is more like California than I could have guessed. Flyers in the school paper advertised a personal valet service for cleaning your room, bringing bottled water, and doing your laundry. I personally don't want anyone but me touching my dirty underwear. I keep having flashbacks of that scene from Being John Malkovich. yuck.

Saturday

I am amazed at how much music can turn your mood around. Tonight I've been very restless. It was awful. Nothing sounded good, but I was desperate to do something. I finally decided to put a cd on. It immediately lifted the restlessness. I've felt great the rest of the night.

I'm having issues with atrophy. For so long I've felt like I was wasting away. I'm not sure if it's the state or if it's the city I live in. Perhaps I'm just silly and had a year long pity-party. It's possible. I seemed to be depressed for a little while. I blame it on homesickness and resentfulness.

Tuesday

My mind won't shut off. It's busy recallin' things I only half wish it wouldn't. It makes me wonder why. Why not? Why then?
Wesley is fast asleep. It's not that I'm not tired. I just -want-.
I tried to write some. My brain apparently doesn't want to work that way tonight. I'd like to get on the ball with it. Someone else might have the idea if I don't.
I know I'm all over the place tonight. I'm not consecutive or transitioning properly. Maybe I am more sleepy than I thought.