I have good news, and I have bad news. I’ll give you the bad news first, since you don’t really care that much about my life (or so it would seem): I’m behind. Again. Darn you, Hulu. But the good news is that I talked myself out of auditioning for Glee (thank goodness), and even better: Kristin Chenoweth is coming back on the show tonight. This is so exciting. This means I definitely can’t skip it tonight.
Which brings us back to the bad news, meaning I’m going to actually have to do work today. Sigh.
I’m still not going to push myself to work on any novels for awhile. I’ve realized that it’s not really healthy to push yourself so hard at something you’re not even that great at. (Don’t try to talk me up here. We all know it’s true.) I guess I should just focus on everything else I have going on right now, instead of some fictional world with fictional disasters and names and solutions.
Yes, that’s my novel writing advice for the day: be realistic.
I’m still working on that list of books I want to read before I die. It’s coming along quite nicely. I think I’m up to about sixty now, which doesn’t really seem like a lot. But I don’t think I’m going to get sixty books for my eighteenth birthday. So It’s going to take some of my own money and a few birthdays and Christmases to add all those books to my collection. Which I’m not even going to have room for in my dorm. Unless I’m a good girl, and get to live in an apartment my last three years of school. That would be nice.
I haven’t figured out whether or not blocking out an entire schedule helps me get things done. I guess I should probably try it again, since it worked for one-and-a-half days last week (and I got an A out of those 1.5 days, thank you very much). It’s a little late to start now. I mean, it’s already 8:30.
But it’s not too late to eat breakfast. Om nom nom.