Reasons I Didn’t Write a Blog Today

  1. My best friend was here.
  2. We ate Mexican takeout and watched Lord of the Rings.
  3. The first day back at work after a long weekend is BRUTAL.
  4. I had a headache.
  5. I got a six-paragraph long rejection letter.


I’m sorry for this cop-out. I will be back with your regularly scheduled blogging next week. In the meantime, how was your weekend?


The 6 Scariest Parts About Moving

Let me preface this by saying that I am an adult. (Sometimes.) I’ve had full-time jobs, and I have lived in my own apartment. The apartment, however, was five minutes from where I grew up. I like where I grew up, so this was not a problem for me. And though I went away to college two hours away from where I grew up, I’ve never actually LIVED any distance from home. College is completely isolated and different. In three weeks, that is changing. I am moving an hour and a half for my new job. And I am scared (good scared, I think, but still scared).

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The most boring blog post ever

I’m finally revising my novel. This is a pretty big deal because the only thing I have EVER revised is a story I have been writing with a friend. And even that is just checking for continuity. This time, though, I am trying my hand at actual revision.

Ugh, it’s hard. I mean, not to sound whiny or anything (my last few entries have been incredibly whiny), but it’s sooooo hard. I thought I could get it done in a month, but with the amount of mental energy it’s taking, it’s going to be so much longer.

I’ve never ever been good at the revising. Editing, sure. But once I have written something, it’s written. I don’t like taking scenes apart and rewriting them again. This story, though, needs some plot fixing. It really does. So I am going to need to do that. I wrote this novel two years ago, so getting back into the headset of these characters is difficult. How do I make it work? How do I make it consistent?

I guess it’s just frustrating. At the heart of everything, I am a perfectionist. I want it to be perfect. I know it never will be, at least not with me. I’ll nitpick and nitpick. I just have to figure out where to stop.

Reasons why being an adult is the worst…

A list by Elizabeth Doherty

  1. Suddenly you need tons of sleep.  Remember when you could stay up until the early morning hours and be (mostly) fine?  Not me, not anymore.  More often than not, if I am not sleeping, I am thinking about sleeping.  And the sleep I get?  Never enough.  I want to sleep all of the time.
  2. The increasingly short time in the day.  Where do all of the hours go?  Between work, socializing with friends and family, reading,  exercising, binge watching Netflix?  There is no time.  No time to sit and be me.  How am I supposed to get anything done?!
  3. Metabolism catching up with you.  I miss cookies.  And mac and cheese.  Who am I kidding?  I still eat them.  But now my waist shows it.
  4. Bills.  What is an adulting list without bills?  Can’t I just keep my money?
  5. Responsibility.  Don’t they realize that my brain still isn’t completely developed yet?  Don’t they realize that I can’t make toast without burning myself?  Don’t they realize that I still collect figurines?  Why are you trusting me to work a job, rent an apartment, be a grownup?  It’s too much!
  6. Whining is not as endearing anymore.  My 7th graders whine to me a lot, about everything.  But they’re teenagers.  It’s to be expected.  You know they’re going to grow out of it.  Adults aren’t supposed to whine in lists like this.  Right?  Maybe.

*insert I threw it on the ground gif*

To be continued…

I’m just tired, guys.  Do you ever feel this way?