What’s Next?

Did I scare anyone with that post two days ago? Because I admit I scared myself. I sat down today to begin chapter thirty something and then chickened out.

So, I decided I need a goal. Here it is: I will be done with Snow by the end of October. The reason for this is that I have to decide if I want to do National Novel Writing Month again. I have a few projects in mind, but I really don’t think it’s a good idea to start another big project with this one undone.

I work better with goals. I work even better when there is a promise of something flashing a “YOUU FAIIIILLLL” sign in my face if I don’t make it. That’s why nanowrimo works so well for me. So in order for this goal to work I need to take it seriously. I must think of it as a deadline, not just a goal. (Because really, the last thing I need is more stress. We’re officially one month out from election day. Everyone be thinking about who you’ll vote for! Sorry, I work at a campaign. I can’t help it.)

In other news: there’s a new Poem for the Week. Yeah, I get no one’s reading it but it’s fun to update anyway.

Memory

Yes, that is the title for this week’s poem. But it is something I have been thinking about lately. Are our memories ever truly our own? I know that there are some things I think I remember but I just think I do. And then there are the smells. All of my grandparents and friends’ houses have a certain smell, and I’m sure mine does too. I just can’t smell it, because I am so used to it. That’s very like other aspects of yourself. How many of us see ourselves totally differently then our family or friends do?

I will try to get some work done on the story this week. The first exams are behind me and I don’t work, so I should get something done. Hold me to it. If not, I’ll write again next Sunday.