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One Track Mind

It has come to my attention that I’m terrible at keeping a schedule. It’s been a bit hectic lately. I’ve been more focused on editing a certain story than writing blog posts and doing much of anything else. This will be the first time that I’ll say that I have a one track mind when I have the energy to work on a story.

However, I will say that I’ve gotten so much done over the last three days. I’ve edited a total of six chapters and it feels good to get things done. Here’s hoping that the momentum stays consistent. Mostly I think it has to do with the fact that I’m finding editing enjoyable again. Before, it felt a bit like a chore because I needed to get it done and I’d force myself to sit down and do it. Those times weren’t too productive and only got about ten pages done. To me, that wasn’t a lot because I knew I could do better.

Now, I feel like since I didn’t feel like I was always productive, I’m trying to make up for that ‘lost’ time. Whether that’s a good or bad thing, I haven’t decided yet. All I know is that I want to keep editing and rewriting.

Writing is very much about discovery and I’ve discovered a few things about myself these last few months. I’ve been asking myself if this is really what I want to do and honestly, I don’t see myself doing anything else. I would regret it if I stopped writing and stopped trying. So, I’ll keep writing because, even though I say I don’t like it and it’s frustrating, I don’t want to do anything else in my free time.

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Writing Prompt – Taste

30-day-flash-fiction-challenge

[You can find the link to the image here. I’m starting with Day 18.]

The floor tasted like dirt. The only reason why I knew it was a floor was because my face was cold and the tiles bit into my cheek. I spat out a few times but the grimy pebbles were still there.

It wasn’t like oh-let-me-try-some-dirt-because-I’m-five-years-old-and-I’m-curious- type of dirt. No. It was more like my-mouth-was-open-when-a-truck-load-of-dirt-suddenly-dropped-from-the-sky type of dirt. What was the difference? During one of those times you can’t even remember the experience. The one time well, it isn’t something you easily forget.

Groggily, I opened my eyes. What greeted me was a pair of wooden legs. I blinked a couple of times and realized I stared at the legs of a chair. Right. I was in the kitchen. There was no way I could forget the pale mustard color my mom liked to decorate with.

There was no strength in my body. Even lifting my head a few centimeters from the floor took every ounce of strength I didn’t have. Paper plates, red cups, and napkins were everywhere. A slow grin pull my lips. Graduation parties were no joke.

I couldn’t remember how many people had attended. Only a handful or two had been invited. Nothing special. Just something for my friends and I but so many people kept showing up. I hadn’t known the majority of them. Someone had spiked the punch. Weirdly enough, I don’t even remember drinking.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard the lock click. My eyes snapped open. It suddenly dawn to me that if the kitchen looked like this, the other rooms in the house probably looked the same or worse.

The door screeched open and stopped. I closed my eyes as dread settled on my shoulders. It’d been nice that my parents had agreed to a small party and promised to come home later than planned. Now, they were going to kill me. I wondered if the college would refund your money due to death.

 

 

 

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One Bullet Point at a Time

It’s week two of the new year and, so far, there’s good progress coming along towards my goals. I’ll admit that getting into a routine again is proving to be a little difficult but there is progress and that’s what really matters. For the most part, I’ve been trying to solidify concrete plans to accomplish said goals.

The way I’ve done this is by making a To-Do List of what I need to do. That might mean that I need to get through five pages of line-by-line edits or maybe go back through a story and check for consistencies. Certain stories have that have their own To-Do List. I’m only focusing on one story at a time.

Last year, I couldn’t focused on one initial goal and that caused a few issues for me. I felt all over the place with no much direction or how to get there. I’ve learned my lesson and I know how that indirection affected my work and goals. I’m trying to do better and hopefully, this method will help me get a bit more organized.

On a side note, my resume and cover letters have gone out to, hopefully, future jobs. All that is left is to play the waiting game. I’m a bit used to that but, at the same time,  it isn’t the greatest game. I wish results were given quickly as oppose to a later time but that’s how it is.

All I can do now is keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best.

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2019 Resolutions

It’s a start of new year and for some (or most) it’s a clean slate. As for me and the plans I have, that hasn’t changed. If anything, they’ve been slightly altered.

A new change that I have to focus on is getting my teacher certification and all the steps that must come first to get there. I’m excited and nervous at the same time. It’s something new and mysterious but I think I’m ready for it. I don’t know what the future will bring, hopefully, it’s good stuff, and luckily, I am support by a lot of people that care about me.

Second, I have to plan a wedding. -.- It just so happens to be mine (yaye). That, in its own, speaks for itself. Don’t really have a date yet since the venue kind if dictates that. Got most of the guest list and I’ve been looking at venues and found a few. To be frank, there doesn’t seem to be enough time for everything but I’ll make it work, somehow.

The goals for my writing will remain the same. At the end of the year, it took the back burner but I did accomplish one goal and that was to finish writing the story I don’t like (the Vampire Prince goes to High School) on wattpad. I’m very proud of that mostly because my fans helped me get through it.

There are other novels I need to work on and I’ve revisited a few older ones. Have you ever felt like it wasn’t time for that story to get written? Or mayne your skills and execution of such story wasn’t there? I believe that’s what happened to me and now, I think I’m ready.

I’m eager to start the new year. Hears hoping is better than last.