Tales of a Highly Caffeinated JulNoWriMo Enthusiast – Day 17

I always seem to live life on the edge. Always procrastinating to the point of physical and/or emotional danger is a habit I’m not necessarily proud of. You would think I’d be used to it by now, but I’m not. To be honest, I’m getting a little tired of finishing off a semester with 89 or 79 percents. Some professors don’t round, you know. And at most universities, an 89 percent is a straight B. There are no B+s in the real world, apparently.

Fortunately, each day I seem to discover more ways in which my bad habit of procrastinating can benefit me more than hinder me. I’m much more efficient and productive when I’m scrambling around trying to get an entire to-do list checked off in one day, for example. In the academic world, procrastination is the equivalent of a bad word (in my book, at least). In the real world, it’s a choice. Some work better under pressure. Some don’t.

There’s a difference between procrastination and not having time to get something done early, though. Take my current novel as an example. It’s past the JulNo halfway point, and I have yet to hit the halfway point as far as word count goes. What does that mean? It probably means that during the last few days of July, I’ll be doing nothing other than eating, sleeping, going to class and writing. But am I procrastinating? No. I would have loved to make some headway on my story today. Why didn’t I? Because I had a final. And then I had other work to do, followed by class, and then I got caught up in writing an article for my internship.

And now it’s almost ten, and I still have a test to study for tomorrow. So will I get any words in today? Probably not. But it’s not the end of the world. I’m not deliberately putting my characters’ lives on hold. I just had more pressing matters to attend to, like the anatomy of the female reproductive system, and memorizing the motility and function of a red blood cell.



Don’t ask me why, but the shape of a red blood cell has always sort of fascinated me. I know that makes me sound really weird (you have permission to stop reading, un-follow, whatever floats your boat), but if you know anything about human biology, you know that RBCs live a pretty simple yet necessary life. They carry a little hemoglobin, shrink and bend to accommodate to their environment – and after 120 days, they’ve fulfilled their purpose and are free to die peacefully.

It’s a happy ending. Besides, they don’t have nuclei (a.k.a. brains), so they don’t really care whether or not they live happy lives and/or die peacefully.

There are disadvantages to pursuing a B.A. and a B.S. at the same time. I can never seem to stop writing about science.

Love&hugs, Meg<3

Tales of a Highly Caffeinated JulNoWriMo Enthusiast – Day 12

General rule of thumb: don’t stuff a gun in your purse and then try to bury it in a forest. Just don’t. Leave it in the closet with the figurative skeletons and walk away.

I think one thing TV writers do the most efficiently and effectively is making sure their characters do something stupid at least once per episode. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, I’m just stating an opinion. My characters have done some pretty stupid things in my books, but it’s not like I tell them to do it. They come up with these ideas on their own. Sort of.

I’ve really been struggling to come up with creative content lately. I can write quantity – travel back two years almost to the day and there’s your proof. It’s not quality I struggle with, either – it’s maintaining a reader’s short attention span that I spend most of my time working on when I free write (because our attention spans are so short nowadays, when it says to microwave the soup for a minute and a half, it’s the end of the world in four seconds flat).

The best books I’ve ever read have pulled me in with the first line. That’s an art I haven’t quite mastered yet, but I would love to be able to say I have someday. My stories are okay, but I take a good fifty pages to finally get to something interesting. Which, I guess for a quantity contest, isn’t that big of a deal at this point.



I’ve been struggling with my articles this semester as well, but no matter what type of writing you’re focusing on in any given period, you’re always going to have to play with your style a little bit and tweak it to fit the right mold. You can’t change your voice – that’s always going to be there. But tamper with your tone and you can write in any medium. I can go from writing an academic literature review to an article about yogurt to a story about pirates without much effort – it took a lot of practice, but once I had to learn how to do it, it kind of just became habit.

Okay, I’ve never written about pirates before. But now I’m kind of tempted to write about evil pirates who steal yogurt from a professor doing research on a deserted island.

Yeah, my brain went there. It can’t help itself. I’ve tried to reason with it in these situations, but it never listens to me. Stubborn, stubborn.

And I wonder why I’m single . . .

Love&hugs, Meg<3

Tales of a Highly Caffeinated JulNoWriMo Enthusiast – Day 10

I am figuratively brain dead, so pardon my inability to make words come out and put them in the correct order while typing sentences. (If it hasn’t happened yet, it’s an imminent occurrence, I’m just warning you.)

I literally spent about 48 hours straight studying for a biology test (okay, not literally, but I haven’t done any other homework since Monday night, and it only took a half hour to calculate FIFO and LIFO). It did not go as well as I would have hoped. Fortunately, there are about 200 more points left to bring my grade up to a solid B. I just, you know, have to earn about 199 of them to do it.

Hyperboles everywhere. It’s a grammatical invasion and I can’t stop it.

See what happens when I don’t sleep enough, and run five miles in six trillion percent humidity, and take a test that hurts my feelings, and sit through a lecture about viruses and parasites that I really hope never ever enter my body (ever)?


I have not written anything today as of yet (other than an essay about the functions of the liver, but we’re not discussing this anymore). I have the document open but I’m debating whether I want to crank out a thousand words (my goal for the day) before doing my bank reconciliation assignment or the other way around.

I know. The responsible grown-up thing to do would be to put homework first.

But I don’t feel like being a responsible grown-up. I’m not even 21 yet. Let me have a little fun.

Maybe I’ll just take a nice long nap instead.

Love&hugs, Meg<3


Tales of a Highly Caffeinated JulNoWriMo Enthusiast – Day 8

Why is it that I can wake up at 4:30AM (again, not on purpose) and write 2,000 words without doing much thinking, then sit down later in the day to scrape together a decent post and can’t even think of a good lead?

Oh. Maybe it’s that whole waking up before the sun thing that’s frying my brain. Or, you know, fifteen credit hours crammed into two months (while still attempting to write a novel).

I think the crazy train has left the station. Bordering psychosis, now, don’t you think? Of course, I’m the only one allowed to say that. It’s okay when it comes out of my mouth, or gets from my brain to my fingertips and therefore onto this page.

Forgive me. I’ve only had three cups of coffee today.

3d laptopThis is where you say, “Meg, three cups of coffee is a lot.”

Um, excuse me. No.

I have two more A&P lectures and then a final. Of course, between then and now, I also have a test and two quizzes to ace. Still shooting for that A, though it’s quite a long shot at this point. At least I’ll pull of an A in marketing (because if I get a B in an online class, I’m sorry, I’m finding a cliff and jumping off of it. End of story).

Pun intended.

I turn 21 in thirteen days. Do you know what that means? Yes, you guessed it: chocolate cake. I finally have a good reason to eat chocolate cake until it comes out my ears. It’s my favorite day of the year. I haven’t had chocolate cake in . . . a year. Which means I’m long overdue for some cake, of the chocolate variety, preferably in multiple layers.

But first, I need to study how the digestive system works. (Funny how irony just happens to sneak up on you like that.)

Love&chocolatecravinghugs, Meg<3