Meg Dowell Writes

Yikes! Yesterday was an interesting day. I went to math class. That was pretty much the highlight.

But the good news is, I did end up getting past 40,000 words. More than I was expecting, actually. The funny thing is, I’m pretty sure I could get to fifty thousand words before this weekend is over. Which would mean that I wrote fifty thousand words in less than a month. More like 27 days, maybe. That’s kind of ridiculous. Who am I, to use March and April to write all these words? That’s November’s joy.

I guess I’m just a crazy person. It makes sense.

I went to a speech team showcase at my school last night for ten extra credit points. Actually, I only get the points if I write about two out of the five speeches we heard. Honestly, I was pretty much bored out of my mind, and spent the last half thinking about my novel. I guess you could say I’m obcessed, and maybe I am, but this story is turning out pretty well. I’m excited that it hasn’t fallen below my expectations yet. I try not to set my standards too high these days.

I leave for my grandparents’ tonight. It’s only a two-and-a-half hour drive, which isn’t too bad. I just can’t read or write in the car, or I get sick. So I’ll probably just end up listening to music the whole time. Or maybe I’ll take a nap. Sleeping in is great every once in awhile, but I had my heart set on getting up early just to celebrate that I don’t have to go to biology class for the second week in a row.

Well, it’s done. Melanie revealed her big secret to Jason, but we’re still not really sure how he’s feeling about the whole thing. Is he going to tell his parents? That would be kind of awkward, considering the fact that they’ve known Mel since she was an adorable little fourth grader. Well, she’s not so adorable now. Not that Jason has anything to worry about. Except the fear of losing her. Again.

Unless he’s not afraid of that at all. Then he’s good to go.

What we do know is, Uncle Grant won’t be calling her “kiddo” much longer. And her mother has enough issues of her own to deal with already, without another cave-in. Great. What is Melanie going to do now?

I’m going to stop talking about my novel now, since you still probably aren’t Jackson or Evie and therefore have no idea what I’m talking about. Moving on.

I walked into a door the other day. There’s a huge bump on my head and it hurts very much.

Love&hugs, Meg♥