End of the Third Week

Today wasn't very eventful. I started out with reading and working on my book (not much progress there). Around lunch time I visited the school for a few minutes to visit those of my frinds that are there, to get my keys ffrom my sister (I locked the door with a key that she had borrowed from the office the day before that I returned as I left), and to drop off part of Kera's late birthday present and the little things that I brought for Didi so she wouldn't feel left out (oh how I love having kindergardeners for crew buddies). Later next week I will bring the other half of the present (yes I know I spoil them). Then I spent the afternoon looking up sites that could give me writing prompts. I found one that has fifty-something (more then enough for the rest of my expedition) and another that has a cool little quiz (made in 2004) that I can take about my book. The most exciting things that happened today were my adult cat Bella (who is about 4 years old) throwing up in the kitchen and my (well really Bella's) kitten Pepe (who is turning 1 year old in July) sitting on my torso purring while I read.

Writing again, but not as much as before

I started off my day at the school. My friend Eve (who is a Junior) left today with her class for their trip and I promised to say goodbye to her. They left around 9:20, though I left a little earlier (they were already loading onto the buses, I felt unnecessary). As I was walking away I just started crying. I didn't cry long, maybe a minute, but I couldn't fully understand why. Sure I was sad to see Eve go, but she is only going to be gone for nine days. I guess it has to do with the fact that she is, and the rest of my friends are, really important to me and I don't ever want to say goodbye to them. But that can't really explain my crying because if that were true I would have cried when they went on their mini-challenges and I went on my Expedition. The rest of my day was spent reading The Mists of Avalon and writing my book. With a little cutting and pasting, along with a few new sentences, I managed to get my book to 98 pages. Today was relatively quite and I got a good amount of work done.

Kinda Break Day

Like the day before I didn't do much work. I read some more of The Mists of Avalon and wrote in my journal a bit. My entire day was spent at RMSEL in the company of my friends and a few shadows (visiting students). A few people were surprised to see me visiting, but then again I did visit for half a day last week. It felt good to be there. The Juniors were packing out for their trip tomorrow. I always liked the feeling of packing out for a trip (GOD I MISS IT!!) but unfortunately there have never been trips for the Seniors (which is stupid) other then crew trips in the begining of the year and the whole high school (which is only about 100 kids total) end of the year trip, unless they travel during their Senior Expeditions (which I did not. Damn). The reason I didn't write today is because I have been forcing myself to write the last few weeks and have lost my momentum and motivation. The words just won't come out of me. Hopefully I will write something tomorrow, even if it is a story unrelated to my book. Oh, and Matt Davis still hasn't sent me my manuscript. It should have arrived yesterday, but didn't I will need to contact him again and see if he really sent it.

So Lazy

As the tittle of this entry shows, today I was a little lazier then usual. I managed to get through the first chapter of my book again (editing of course) but after that I had no drive to write. So I have spent my entire day reading Inkspell and The Mists of Avalon. I did make a late post for yesterday and discussed with the newly formed writers group that I joined when we should schedule our first meeting. Yesterday I even called Matt Davis and asked when I should be recieving my manuscript in the mail (he should have sent it to me last week since he has not been able to meet with me face to face to discuss it with him). He said it should be arriving tonight so I should be able to call him tommorow and, as he himself said, "Go through it" with him. Not much else happened today.

Late Report for Monday

Yesterday I started a little later then usual because on Sunday I went to a Lighthouse writer's workshop. I will spare you the details of how I got there because it was my first time in my life that I took public transportation completely alone. I know what you must be thinking "How can an 18 year old girl never have taken the bus/light rail alone before?" I'll tell you. It is because every time I took the bus or the light rail I was always with someone who knew how to use it better then me. Sure I used them a lot when I was little, but I was with my mom so I never cared to know because I never needed to know. I got so frustrated that I actually began to cry like the whiny little baby that I am. It was pure luck that I managed to get there (well, maybe not) even though I was half an hour late. Luckily the people that work there were really understanding and took the time to catch me up on what I missed (which was just a "world building" questionnaire designed to help you develop the world that your story takes place in. Yes I took a youth Fantasy writing workshop). I actually wrote some good stuff for my book while I was there, and it came much easier then before. My instructor actually opened up thoughts that I had considered in the back of my mind but never acted on. So yesterday when I added these new parts in I managed to get my book to 97 pages (the earlier post where I claimed that I had hit my 97th page turned out to be a false alarm, I deleted one awkward sentance and it went back to 96). Most of yesterday, other then adding new parts to my book, was spent reading Inkspell (about 25 pages to go!) and starting to read The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley. I even took the time to watch Spirited Away. I know you may be saying that that doesn't count as work, but I think it does because movies are just another way of presenting a story. I have also found that certain films inspire me to write, and that inspiration can last for some time (again it entirely depends on the film).