Of Returning and the Road Ahead

 

Current Time- 7:39 P.M.

Current Mood- Slightly frustrated, but determined.

Caffeine Level- Extremely low. I’m not quite sure that I can function much longer without my socially acceptable addiction.

Words Written in the Past 48 Hours- Less than 2,000. It’s pitiful, really.

So, it’s been an awful long time since I’ve logged into this blog. I feel like the last year or so has been more draining and hectic than a few others, but thankfully I survived the storm. In the time that I’ve been gone, a lot of stuff has gone on in my personal life. I’ve been working hard, as well as hardly working.

I managed to snag a job last year, in my dire time of need. I had a good run there, but some good things must come to an end. I’ve written more fanfiction, as well as sections of novels I hope to one day publish. Babies have been born, nuptials have occurred, and my little family of three has grown older. Life has continued on, with me tagging along for the ride.

Now, I’m back. I have no plans of going anywhere this time, as I crack down on myself, in an effort to progress further in my nearly non existent professional writing career. I should have done this ages ago, but the important point to remember is that I am now.

Next month is Camp NaNoWriMo, and it is my hope that I will be able to write at least 40,000 solid words on my first novel. It’s a fantasy, and something that I have been planning for ten years. The series it belongs to, I have, anyways. The actual book was tacked onto the whole series two months ago, but it is actually essential to the rest of the novels which will follow. Ah, the life of a writer.

In my quest to become a published author, I will sing and bitch about it all here accordingly, depending on where I’m at in the process of which work. Maybe one day, someone will realize how brilliant I am, and simply offer me a book contract on the spot. HAH! Now that’s just wishful thinking. However, I’ll still hold out hope.

Until next time, may your coffee be flowing, and your sleep adequate.

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Of Time Well Spent

Current time: 12:30 a.m. (Unfortunately, not five o’clock somewhere anymore.)

Current Mood: Sleepy

Caffeine Level: Pleasantly Decreasing

Words Written In Past 48 hours: At least 5,000

Today, my 1 year old, who is nearly two, went to bed early. For anyone who simply does not understand the struggle of a toddler who does not sleep, here is a little glimpse:

I Have a Dream sleep

No sleep

Tiny Human

When said tiny human does happen to fall asleep it feels like this:

So Much Win

So, with that being said, tonight felt like I was Dobby, who had just been given a sock. (Also, my home may look as if there is not a house elf living here anymore, but that is entirely beside the point.) Because of this, I have been able to watch two whole episodes of Once Upon A Time and knit my first attempt at a Slytherin beanie! This may not seem like much, but for someone who always feels busy every hour of the day, this is a huge accomplishment.

With Christmas coming closer, I am beginning the task of making all of the gifts homemade this year, as I had previously decided I would. Although it will take longer, knitting and such is quite therapeutic for me. It helps me channel my pottery demolishing urges upon becoming extremely ticked off. Really, I’m not only doing this for me, but for all the pottery that was not made simply to be broken. It’s a win-win. 🙂

Ps. Happy International Coffee Day!

Writer Meets Life

Time: 9:19 a.m.

Mood: Hungry

Caffeine Level: Dangerously Low

Words Written Today: Nada

I’ve come to the conclusion that to make it anywhere in life, sometimes the best course to take is beginning anew. It may not always be easy, but if anyone works hard to reach their goals, it will be damn sure worth it. As J.K. Rowling once said, “Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life,” Due to may different factors, here I am, at this point.

As a fledgling writer, with big dreams and even bigger bills to pay, I work a day job. One day I hope to make enough money where I can simply be at home with my family writing, not having to worry about whether or not the next customer will be the person to finally drive me over the edge. If you can’t tell by the previous statement that I work retail, maybe the varieties of alcohol in my fridge will convince you. Of course, the point at which I no longer have to work underpaid remains a long ways off, if ever.

Meandering through life, I have found that blogging about it makes it infinitely better. So, if you like me enjoy writing or listening to the ramblings of a twenty something born again blogger, stop on by. I promise a healthy balance between sanity, and my attempted disaster at cooking the Thanksgiving turkey for the second year of my marriage. We are given one life, and I intend to live it, pen at the ready.