It's June 18th and my novel needs writing. Hence, I'm writing a blogpost instead. Perhaps you're dying to hear details about my adventure in London! Well, to hear about them you'd have ask me to have lunch or something. But for those busier, or less socially inclined (and let's be real, I'm among you), check out these tumblr posts for the play-by-play of my trip days:
Days 1 + 2
Days 3 + 4
Days 5, 6 + 7
Days 8 + 9
Now that I'm home, and have been to a billion doctor's appointments (and have more lined up already, huzzah!) I'm onto, in my opinion, the most dangerous part of Plan. Left on my own, floating in the treacherous academic space known as Summer Vacation.
Except it's not a vacation, not for Plan students, anyway. I used to think it was a good thing that I'm graduating in December -- I get two whole more months more than the spring graduates get to work on Plan! But now I'm seeing the draw-backs. It's summer. I just want to lie around reading YA lit, or take my little sister to the beach, or work and make some monies, or tool around Boston...
But no! I can do some of that, but I absolutely must stay on track. I haven't done a great job of it so far, but it's time to turn things around. It was hard, because Nell and I switched rooms directly after I got home from England, and I'm still sorting through everything because I spent a day painting.
(New color, for those interested:
Behind the angry looking cat. It's the same color of the ceiling of the Chapel Royal in Hampton Court, which inspired the ceiling for the recreation of The Globe. *Nerd dances*)
So let's see...
This week I need to write write write my novel every day. Today, too, although I'm getting sleepy already. Thursday I have meeting with one of my best friends and a bunch of weirdo actors (just kidding, I love them) for my independent project. Sometime between now and then I need to re-read Romeo and Juliet and do some prep work for the meeting. My R + J Arden just came in the mail today so I guess I should get going on that...
That's where I'm at. Write write write my novel and work on my independent. My regular job might not start for another month, and in the mean-time I have a part-time clerical assistant position so I can keep myself afloat and save. I also need to learn to drive this summer, and start running again.
This is all do-able right? I feel like I'm about to keel over already, but I'm oddly pumped for the madness.
