If Only Adults Had Nap Time

I am so sleepy it's not even funny.

The new semester started and four out of five of my classes are in the morning. As those of you who've read my previous posts know, I am not a morning person. There is something inherently wrong about talking about James Joyce at 9:30 in the morning ... actually, that class starts at 11, but it's the same deal. My other class starts at five and other than the fact that I'm usually really hungry about half way through it, it's good.

I had to go to the DMV today to renew my I.D. card and the wait was sooo long I almost felt like giving up and running to the nearest public restroom (as there isn't one in the DMV here). Luckily after the hour long wait I had to endure, it only took me five minutes to get things squared away. And the guy helping me was really nice.

Oh, and I've found out that I'm jealous of a four year old because she gets to have nap time every day and I have to suffer through my exhaustion. Luckily my sleep schedule is evening out. There's something about having to wake up at 7:30 each morning that will set your body straight about going to bed at 2:00 AM.

On the bright side, I'm purchasing some more supplies for crafting and should have some new things in my shop next month. I'm getting a different kind of hair comb that's metal and a little smaller to facilitate a different style of fascinator that I'm working on. I'm also going to get more hair clips so that I can expand my button line of children's hair pretties.

More news to come.

Should I feel sad?

Okay, so as some of you know I've been writing a story in my spare time about ... well ... pretty much the life of a pretty ordinary young woman dealing with some rather tough breaks in life. I killed off her entire family before the book even opens.

Anyway, I started this "little" project when I was fifteen, had a rough draft done when I was eighteen, and I started the slow and painful process of revision. I'm very careful about saving things that I write (especially when I use the delete key a lot) so there's a draft of this saved in the format I printed it off in ... but I just deleted about eleven chapters full of text.

Should I feel sad? I pretty much just indiscriminately kept on highlighting paragraphs and pages and pressing the delete button. It actually felt kinda good, especially because the woman I was writing about five years ago is not the woman I'm writing about today. She's changed as my perception of life has changed.

Before, what I was writing tended more toward the marriage plot romance than I would have liked. So I deleted everything I hadn't already revised and we're started again. This time it's gonna be chick lit. Empowering. Healing. Understanding. I think I might even throw in the random black chicken reference that no one's going to understand.

I've also decided to nix the idea of speeding through her life like it's some show that can be condensed down to 200-300 pages of text. Instead I'm going to be focusing in on a year, possibly two, of her life. The guy she married in the first version may or may not fit her in this one ... not too sure about that yet.

Right now my motto for this is: don't take anything for granted. 'Cause I'm gonna change whatever I want to. And the characters are going to like it!

A Message For A New Year

This year I want to be more open about what I believe and why.

This year I want to be more free with what I create.

This year I want to trust myself (and others) more.

This year I want to sleep more at night and less during the day.

This year I want to finally accept my body, good and bad, for what it is: mine.

This year I want to enter a story into a contest.

This year I want to submit a poem to the school literary journal.

This year I want to be happier with myself.

This year I want to doubt less and question more.

This year I want to not be afraid to be me.

This year I want to speak my mind when it's appropriate.

This year I want the wisdom to know when it's not.

This year I want to stop worrying about tomorrow so much.

This year I want to finally finish all the books lined up on my top shelf.

This year I want to smile more and frown less.

This year I want to update my blog more frequently.

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Happy New Year everyone, I hope the holidays treated you all well.