NaNo: Day 1

1. Wake up at 6:30. Am horribly confused by time shift.
2. Wallow in a pit of despair and self-pity.
3. Churn out 1740 words of the most terrible drivel ever written.
4. Commence triumphant cackling and self-adulation.
5. Continue the productive trend by cleaning, taking a walk, decorating, reading, grocery shopping, feeding, and writing MORE.
6. Constantly stare at clock while announcing, “It can’t possibly be only ___ o’ clock!”
7. Attempt to begin crocheting Christmas gifts. Begin a scarf for myself instead.
8. Start to succumb to effects of fatigue around 7:00.
9. Stare desperately at clock while announcing, “It can’t possibly be only ____ o’ clock. I’m so tired.”
10. So tired. 
11. Goodnight.

Life Update

For those of you who have reached out and wondered about my existence over the past couple of years, I offer you this:

A Little Pink House

In connecting with people all over the world through writing, it has been my experience that we see ourselves in each other. We want that happiness for others that we can’t find in ourselves. A lot has changed in my life, and as many of you know, I keep my memories as words. I hope you will all be able to appreciate that I have chosen the path that makes me happiest, and that path and those memories exists as words that I am keeping for myself.

Thank you for respecting that decision.

You know, what’s really neat about growing up is that I keep surprising myself by finding that I have the capacity to be happy, to fall in love with myself as a person, and to sound like a Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul book.

(Sorry about that last part.)