Well

So I am finished with college. Forever. No more school work. Until I decide to go back and get another degree. At any rate, I have been taking the last two weeks to enjoy some time off and work on putting my house back together. So far it has been relaxing. No extra stress and NO HOMEWORK. That part is exciting.

However, I am getting stress on all sides about getting a job, not having kids yet. There's all kinds of weird stuff. My parents mostly. The husband doesn't say much. However it's really annoying. I am enjoying the restoration of my sanity with a great deal of pleasure. Between the multiple crises of April coupled with finals the first few days of May, I could use a little time to myself and to the things I have neglected. Jobs will always be there, and I need some time to evaluate what it is that I want to do. I have a job right now that pays the bills, so I can afford to do this, and I see nothing wrong with it.

The only down side with all this relaxing is that I haven't been doing much writing. I have been more worried about getting my house organized in some fashion again and fighting a war with the dust bunnies. I swear they are aliens or some evil, destruct force. They multiply in same fashion as their animal namesake and will use that ability to take over the world.

Okay, so maybe my brain has too much time on its hands now, but I have put it to some use. Though I haven't been putting the fingers to the keyboard, my brain has played with my story. I've been thinking about it and the direction its going almost constantly, and the best part is I don't even do it consciously. I catch myself thinking about it quite often. This is how I know it's a keeper. Even with the gaping holes and the terrible parts right now. It will work out one day.

So I am hoping that I can get the house cleaned this week, get the ceiling painted within the next week or two because that has to be done, and develop a plan to keep my house clean (in some sense). I wish to develop a routine and I am working in that direction.

A Long Pause

So, I haven't written much lately here or on my novel. I was sick two weeks in a row with different ailments. That was not too much fun. Someone remind me to stay away from everyone. It's also the crunch time of the semester. So many things to do and sooooo little time. I am behind needless to say and more things happen.

I went to the AITP Collegiate Conference. I didn't place in anything, but had a good time, hanging with the guys. I was the only girl so I didn't have much of a choice. However, the laptop the school provided for us to compete with provided a good opportunity to transcribe the portions of the novel I'd written by hand.

So far this past week, my husband's grandfather had open heart surgery. My husband's grandparents pretty much raised him, so they are all close. It went well, and he's recovering extremely well. The doctor wanted to send him home two days after the surgery, but he opted for a third day to work on his mobility. He's home now and in great spirits. My mother said it best when she said, "Attitude is everything."

On a more depressing note, a guy my husband's age and schoolmate died when we were at the hospital for the surgery. It was a very sad incident. When I returned from the trip mentioned above, my mother informed that a guy I hung out with several years ago died in a helicopter crash in Afghanistan. That isn't the best article, but it gives the basic information. It all has me more than a little sad.

Hopefully I can begin working on my novel again soon.

Not Much Getting Done

It's somewhat depressing that I have not been able to squeeze much writing time in. It's crunch time for the semester and my classes have me all tied up. Not to mention that my work schedule is inconsistent and that continues to make things difficult. However, I feel better about my story as a whole, and when I find the extra time (hopefully beginning next week) that I need, I can get into full swing.

Until then, wisps of story parts flow through my head, circulating and waiting for an opportunity to speak.

A Long Gap

Well, I haven't posted anything in several days. A massive understatement. Spring Break was great. I took a couple days off and did nothing, and I needed that. I really wanted to get the house clean, but relaxing was top priority. I feel better, but this week is hectic school-wise, and I'm afraid I won't get much writing done. I am also working more, which I need the money, but it will leave me exhausted by the end of the week.

On another note, yesterday I forgot my notebook that I write in during breaks on campus. Rather than just take off writing the story, I decided it would be a good time to lay out some overall direction. It actually worked out well. There will be kidnapping, and battles. A few deaths and a little love. I just need to flesh out a few of the places where new ideas sprang forth and demand details. I really like what's going to happen, and some things I knew about found where they belong, as well as new things showed up that will demand I go back and add in towards the beginning. I am excited, and that's all that matters.

Why?

Rereading my posts, I wonder why I have so many extra words in there. It seems lately that the connection between my brain and my mouth, as well as the one between my brain and my fingers has short-circuited.

Ah, well, perhaps after some rest next week, I can fix that issue. Until then please be forgiving, as I do not always have the time to go back and edit my posts.