Doesn't Valentine's week just instill you with such feelings of joy?
No, me neither. The only rose I've sent this year is to my best friend Megan, because i thought she might like a pick-me-up.
In fact, the only thing i take away from Valentine's week is a desire to write something in which true love does not prevail, and somebody dies. Actually, very much like the book i finished reading last night- Edith Wharton's The Age of Innocence. True love most certainly does not conquer all... now that is my kind of classic.
But enough cynicism.
In terms of achieving my goal... that is to be published pre my 20th birthday... this week i have been rather... shall we say lax? No, preoccupied. It's only the second week of school, and already I am a very busy little girl. But I'm not making excuses, honest. I intend to work on one of my pieces, or even start a new one before the week is out.
Writing, i believe, is not just an exercise that involves my head. It engages the whole of me. This makes it virtually impossible to write when I am tired...as i have been lately.
No. Bad. Making excuses again. Must go write now.
Oh yeah and Dear Tom, if you are reading this like you said that you might... Your bouffant is rather spectacular. Peace out.