Meg Dowell Writes

So, I studied for that math quiz I took last week. Confused? See An Acedemic Revelation. You’ll get it. Then we never have to speak of this again, even though (technically) we never did. Unless you can communicate to me verbally through our computers as you read, which would be very impressive.

After three o’clock today, the hardest of this week will be behind me. I’ll probably get yelled at by my voice teacher for not really practicing, but I kind of had an excuse this time (that excuse being how hard I’ve been studying, I think), but I can take a little criticism. I mean, how else is someone going to motivate you to try harder? Not that she threatens me. She’s actually a little too nice. I mean, if I really don’t sound good (which I don’t most of the time) isn’t it her job as a professor to tell me so without beating around the bush?

I lived through my math test. I don’t know how, so don’t even bother asking. Probably because I did five pages of truth tables and couldn’t write any other letters except T and F for awhile. But you have no idea how releived I am that it’s over. I mean, that thing has been hanging over my head for over a week. And I wasn’t doing the best job of keeping up on my notes and reading. But I caught up. So I don’t think I failed. I hope.

That’s right. After three o’clock, when I get home from my voice lesson, where I’ll have come straight from doing a five to seven minute speech on letter-writing to endure, I can finally write. FINALLY! Do you know how exciting that is? Maybe you do. But if not, you obviously haven’t been reading my blog lately. I’ve pretty much been studying since last Wednesday. But anyway.

Leah and Matt will finally get the attention they deserve. Which is good, because I’ve been ignoring them for about a month now. The whole outlining part doesn’t count, because really, all I’m doing is just talking about them, and what’s going to happen to them. I’m not really involving them in anything. (You totally probably won’t get this if you’re not a writer. It’s the whole author-character relationship deal. It’s complicated. Maybe I’ll write a post about it…if I haven’t already. I really can’t remember.) So maybe I’ll (finally) have a chapter to stuff in Evie’s inbox by this weekend. Wouldn’t that make CNA just seem so much less yuck? You know it would, darling.

My goal, as you may or may not know (leaning towards the “not”), is to have this novel finished before graduation, or, more realistically, by finals (the middle of May). I’m not trying to rush through it. It’s just that, having an unfinished novel hanging over my head during finals is not a good idea. From past experience, I know that, during finals, I have to eliminate all distractions. A novel would be a pretty big distraction, don’t you think?

I can’t wait until summer. I’m so pale, it’s gross. And my hair is lacking natural highlights. Sad day.

Love&hugs, Meg♥