So the other day I had issues breathing because I kept on having to swallow back mucus in my throat. I went to an urgent care clinic yesterday and felt like such a hypochrondriac. In comparison to the other patients, my health issue was mild.

As it turns out, my problem was allergies and I was sent away with two prescriptions that were too expensive for me to buy. I guess companies who make medicine think money comes out of nowhere.

Last night, I fell asleep at around ten. It was much earlier than I usually fall asleep, but I hadn't slept well this past week and I needed the extra sleep.

I'm almost finished with rereading Carlos Ruiz Zafon's The Shadow of the Wind. The translation from Spanish is excellent. I highly recommend it. Read it if you get a chance. I use my other blog and write a review of it when I'm finished. I'll also be rereading the Harry Potter books next so I can have them fresh in my mind before I see the final movie.

That's all on my mind for now.

Okay, so after six months, I'm updating. What have I been up to?

1. Finished two semesters. I'm just a summer session and a semester away from a BA. Woohoo!

2. Went to a foreign country for the first time: England in March.

3. Have gotten further in my book. Now I'm past 26,000 words and I have no clue how long the first draft will be.

4. Turned 21, though I suppose that's only relevant if I was more of a drinker. I can get into more concerts and music shows now.

5. Visited a graduate program I'm interested in. I liked the campus and I still have to make an appointment to visit Truman State.

6. Been studying for the GRE. :(

7. Not much else.

If anybody else reads this, what have you been up to?

This is from one of the people that I am subscribed to on Youtube.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9fc-crEFDw&feature=mfu_in_order&list=UL

It's Just the First Draft

... I have to keep telling myself.

Telling myself that this draft of For the Greater Good is just the first one and that I can add/delete/edit later is keeping me from thinking that it's crap and that I should scrap it. Of course, I'm writing the first draft for an audience, which makes me even more critical of my writing, but sometimes I just want to tell my editor to go screw itself and let me write.

Everyone is supposed to be their own worst critic, right? I think part of my problem is that I have improved in my writing so I can catch my mistakes and be more careful with the words I use. Rereading the first draft of The Ties That Bind, I cringe at some parts and can see where I got off track from what I had originally envisioned. (Like adding in the baby and then the idea extending to a trilogy.)

Maybe I'm just putting too much pressure on myself. Maybe I'll like how For the Greater Good turns out. Just have to go along for the ride and see where the story and characters take me.

I finally got the Internet back. It turns out it was a modem problem, not the electrical pole, like the cable company told me. Well, whatever.

School starts again next week. I think some of my classes will be interesting like History of the English Language and Literature and Science (as a theme, not a science requirement).

I don't really have anything interesting to put, lol.

So I did not keep to my one poem a day for a month promise. Not that I would've kept it, anyway, because the Internet has been out at my house for about two weeks. School starts again in less than three weeks. I'm taking five classes, but three of them meet once a week. I'm actually sort of glad school starts up again because I need things to do again. That's it for now.

Inside the looking glass,
there is a world reflected.
A dark world,
full of dying trees, black grass and gray skies.
What do I see reflected?
Is it my soul?