Time and Light Switches

Yesterday I turned 23. Feels like an impossible number, other people turn 23 and I go on existing ageless. But all the same yesterday was my 23rd birthday. It comes around every year and shoves me into a closet of refection. The joke goes, was it really your birthday if you didn’t cry, must not have been my birthday this year. First year in I don’t know how long where I did not cry or poopoo getting older. Took looking ahead a year to where I’ll be 24 and then back again to being 22 to decide that yeah 23 is the right age for me to be.   All last year my thing that I would say was I’m only 22 I’m still figuring it out. 23 feels too old to keep using the excuse, but my word for this year is softy. I had a soft birthday, where I went to the bookstore and ate dinner with my parents. It was soft. So I’ve entered 23 softy and that’s what I intend to do with my year, be soft. Don’t mistake soft for lazy or uninterested, softly is still action its just soft.  I can be sort of wei...

I have been infatuated, obsessed, in-love with writing my book this week. It’s been such a joy to have a passionate fire about my writing. However my body has been getting in my way. I ever so slightly sprained my wrist when I was 13, little did I know that my failure to take care of myself at that age would come to haunt me into my 20’s almost ten years later. My wrist and elbow have been stressed to the point of pain and it makes it hard to sit at a computer and focus. I’m not known for my pain tolerance, and well this time isn’t all the different.   I’m getting so close to the end of the book, a mere few thousand words and I’d be at the climax of the story. I feel like I can smell the end I’m so close to it. And speaking of endings, I so can not wait to cross that finish line and feel the sense of accomplishment, and at the same time I want to run away. More accurately I’d like to sit myself down in the dirt and procrastinate. Listening to Judy Blume’s Master Class, however ha...

This week I got to write what is now my favourite scene of the book that I’ve written up until this point. I said on my instagram story that it was worth it to write all this book if so only I could write this one scene. I mean I’m incredibly biased but I think its a great scene, and I think it tells so much of the story.   Anyway, so this week has been a good one for writing. I’m still sort of finding my stride a bit, but over all I’m feeling confidant and loving the storytelling.  I’m nearing the end of the story, I know what happens from now on till the end. It’s exciting but also a little sad. Don’t get me wrong I’m excited to keep working on the story in future drafts, but I’ve just had such a joyous time writing this draft that I’ll be sad to be done. Endings are sad no matter how happy or fleeting, still a little sad, just a touch of grief.  Writing this book, and spending so much time with this character has, as they say, altered my brain chemistry, in the b...

Well here we are again, back to writing about writing. I’ve been back at home for about a week now and I started back in on the book on Monday. It took me till nearly 4:30 in the afternoon to realize it had been two months since I had written, not the one I had originally thought.   Monday was frustrating. Not only was I trying to return to a writing process I had been out of practice at for two months, but I was trying to get back into my usual routine as a whole. Needless to say it did not go smoothly. I was grumpy and mostly with myself, for not being able to jump head first back into something after a longer than wanted break. I had taken two weeks off in May for my eyes to rest because I had been straining them sitting in-front of my computer for 4-6 hours a day. That two weeks turned into two months and I’m not even quite sure how, other than that I left the county in that time as well. So Monday was rough.  Tuesday was better. Managed to add a mild but respectable a...