It's Been One Week

Lordy, we've been back at it for less than a week (a week tomorrow, technically) and life has already gotten so BUSY. It's absolutely astounding.

It feels like it's been a month, at least.

The depressing part is that I've been so swept up in my duties and getting my feet back under me, that I haven't really had a chance to write anything. I did scribble out about a page of a random story (which I'll introduce next) during my first class today, but it doesn't make much sense, and I didn't have much fun writing it.

I have, however, been having fun ranting about how my life has been thrown completely off track of what I thought it was going to be.

But I feel tacky talking about it on my blog, so just know that I'm on a roller-coaster and dealing with it. Life is good!

And so is Sherlock Holmes. I like that my roommate thinks I'm Sherlock -- it amuses me greatly. It's so very good. 

OH MY LORDY, ABS.

It's kind of super flattering to be compared to that wonderful man. Not that I'm married to him -- that's not for me, but for someone else. Someone else who should forgive me for putting a half-naked picture of him on my blog.

I swear, it was in the name of science. Or something like that.

Humm. I like when real life gives me opportunities to write things, particularly when I have writer's block the size of Delaware. Real life drama is not so good as a Muse, particularly when it's all real people who are your friends and might read the writing someday, and also because it involves some transcribing of personalities so it's not so real and in-my-face.

It's supposed to be in the reader's face, not mine.

Some real life events just beg to be written about, however. Like being scorned by a guy who didn't even know you liked him in the first place. Well, not really scorned -- just passed over.

I keep writing 'love' on the side of my hand, to remind myself that just because I've lost one doesn't mean I need to stop believing in it. It helps.

Hah, see? Look at me go. Delaware, my foot -- angry emotions are good block-breakers.

Until later, adieu.