Saturday, August 11, 2012

Time is a Tortoise...

...and I'm the hare. Or, slightly more accurately, the jill.
My point is that at the beginning of the summer, I--like any other self-respecting teenager--I underestimated my time. I expected to be much farther along with my writing projects, done with my summer reading and homework (I still don't even know what the assignment is), and--I don't know--more tan? In better shape? I was going to go running. I did go running. Once. But then I was told not to because some girl was attacked or something at the park I went to.
Anyway, even up until yesterday I hardly expected I'd be here already. My last day of summer break. It has a morose ring to it, doesn't it?
I'm trying to get as much writing/revising/plotting done as I can today, because I have no idea when I'll get to work again.
My school is requiring everyone to be there from 8:30 am 8:30 pm everyday next week...and we don't even start classes until Friday. Hope I don't die of boredom. Enjoy the rest of your summer everyone! And have a nice school year! (That is, if you're still in school.)
(Oh, and yes--I do have to go tomorrow, a Sunday.)


  1. *Splutters* 8:30 a.m. to 8:30 p.m.? Starting on a Sunday? In the middle of August? I'm going to start spluttering again because I really don't know what to say, other than YOU POOR THING D:

  2. I know what you're going through. When I was at school and university, I could never write in vacation times, but blazed through my WiP between classes. :-)

    1. Haha, right? The more homework there is, the more fuel I have for writing.(:


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