Twas the night before tenth grade, and all through the place, not a creature was stirring, not even a James. And I would keep this up, but rhyming really isn't my forte.
So, anyways . . . oh boy. I'm both excited and dreading the next few days. The start of school, a (very late) permit test, and piano lessons start back with a new mystery teacher (since mine went back to school while I was gone for the summer. Bleh). And this year I'm determined to be one of those crazy people who seem very organized and manage their time well. Which, this particular aspiration will probably dwindle away in the following months/weeks/days, but still.
And with the new school year comes another one of my brilliant ideas. To finish my novel before the end of the school year. Maybe not the most achievable goal, with what I already have on my plate, but hey, you can't blame a girl for trying.
Today was the first day of September Writing Challenge, and so far, I've managed not to fail, so yay. I started working on my outline, and it didn't entirely suck. No such thing as a small victory.
(After reading James the first paragraph of this post, he said "one moment", stepped into the kitchen, grabbed a spoon and started stirring it around in a bowl. "There," he said. "now what you wrote was a lie.")
So, anyways . . . oh boy. I'm both excited and dreading the next few days. The start of school, a (very late) permit test, and piano lessons start back with a new mystery teacher (since mine went back to school while I was gone for the summer. Bleh). And this year I'm determined to be one of those crazy people who seem very organized and manage their time well. Which, this particular aspiration will probably dwindle away in the following months/weeks/days, but still.
And with the new school year comes another one of my brilliant ideas. To finish my novel before the end of the school year. Maybe not the most achievable goal, with what I already have on my plate, but hey, you can't blame a girl for trying.
Today was the first day of September Writing Challenge, and so far, I've managed not to fail, so yay. I started working on my outline, and it didn't entirely suck. No such thing as a small victory.
(After reading James the first paragraph of this post, he said "one moment", stepped into the kitchen, grabbed a spoon and started stirring it around in a bowl. "There," he said. "now what you wrote was a lie.")