Final projects are finished. Exams (for better or worse) are over. I’m done school – for a week and a half anyway. Maybe I’ll even get in a bit of decent sleep (a girl can dream, can’t she?).
I’m exploding with anticipation and anxiety because I’m finally going to get a chance to write. You see, I’ve made no significant progress on my MS since, well, I can’t even tell you it was so long ago. If you knew, you’d accuse me of neglect and the Book Union would revolt and probably take my MS away from me; they’d give it to someone who deserved it. And then I’d cry.
I’ve blocked off 8 days: refused all offers to “chill,” ignored desperate pleas from the Best Friend, informed my mother of my impending retreat to The Cave (aka as my room), and am shutting off my phone entirely.
You can see what’s coming can’t you?
My internet is being cut as well.
I won’t apologize because this is something I need to do for me. For my characters. For my emotional stability. For my sanity. It needs to happen. And if I allow myself any procrastination outlets I won’t get anything done because the anxiety I mentioned will create a vortex of self-doubt and I’ll spiral out of control only to burst like a supernova.
Not really, but you get it, right?
My return to all social and educational obligations is tentatively scheduled for July 5. However, that is when school starts up again so I may not be around...
Who am I kidding?
I’ll probably be dying to read your blogs and tell everyone of my amazing progress (crosses fingers).
I can go to school all day and retreat into the world of the inter-web all night. Oh the perks of being an insomniac are endless.
What sacrifices have you made for your writing lately?