Time Away

Well. Clearly I am very committed to blogging.

Plan is hard, guys. When I assure people on tours that Plan is just an extension of everything they've been studying, and not as big a deal as it sounds, I think I might be fudging it a little. Because right now it feels like A Very Big Deal.

Last week I had some very weird sun-burn-like reactions, and I thought they were allergy-related. I made the executive decision to go home for a week so I could figure out what was going on, and it turns out none of those reactions were actually due to meds or allergies, most likely it was just stress. Stress made my body freak out and act like I had just spent the afternoon on the beach in mid-July without any sunscreen. Not dust, or corn, or meds. Stress.

That was definitely a reality check.

I've spent the last week at home, trying to relax, and trying to get work done. Those things are really hard to do simultaneously, and thus I've been watching Friends too much, and watching the News/staying on the internet, feeling all the feels about the bombings in Boston.

And then I got diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and OCD. Diagnosis are always useful, believe me, I appreciate having them rather than not. It's scary when you've got symptoms and you don't know what's going on. But now there's a label, and there's dealing with that, too.

Moving on.

Plan update:

1) The novel is now in its third form. There's one complete draft, one treatment-outline of the second version, and I'm now working on the second draft of the treatment-outline. I'd really like to get back to actually writing it, but I'm getting now that if I want to move forward and be productive with the next draft, I need to know where I'm going and why. I planned on having a third draft done by the end of this semester, and I doubt that's going to happen, but it's OK that it worked out this way. It's all part of the process, I guess. Besides, if being a senior 2 wasn't going to be insane, what would I have to look forward to?

2) My Antony and Cleopatra paper has been on hold for two weeks, but before that it was actually going places. I think I know what I'm writing about now, which makes it all a lot easier. Now I just have to put more hours into writing it, which would be easier if I wasn't so stressed out about it. Stress = paralysis = terror about not graduating = stress. Vicious cycle, that.

3) My independent is happening this summer, and I'm looking forward to doing something where the main focus will not be writing. The dudes I'm working with are all super A + and it's going to be...dare I say it...fun. I'm hoping to keep the set-days low-key, as I absolutely hate being on set.

So that's all that's going on. Hopefully I will look back on this time in my life and be proud I could get through it.

My thoughts and prayers are scattered (let's be real, I'm a mess) but a good portion of them are directed at the victims, families, and people helping to us to recover from the bombings. I love you, Boston.