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A day off for the Boyfriend’s family holiday party. A wonderful time — I love his extended family, and they always treat me so well. I was called a “niece” last night.

A short note on hobbies.

Now that I have more time, not only do I want to devote more time to writing, but I also want to devote it to the hobbies that have fallen away. The uber-creative ones like painting, to more mechanical like jewelry design, and also taking up the quirky but very meaningful hobby of studying the Tarot cards, which I took up in the spring but it faded quickly when I started work. I bought myself a new, good deck, and I have been studying based on the little booklet that came with it, but I will also be looking for books and websites to supplement it. I hope that, like T.S. Eliot, whose Waste Land inspired me to take up the hobby in the first place, the cards and the history and spiritualism of the art will inspire my writing. Perhaps I’ll even return to my roots of poetry for some exercises.


The last assignment I will ever turn in as an undergraduate is a philosophical dialogue in response to the big questions that we asked through class — What is the self? Is desire the root of suffering? Is the principle of non-contradiction true? Really big, open-ended questions. So how to focus this sort of writing assignment? How do I pick which is the most important of these important questions?

My plan is to just write and write and write, and hopefully the answer will come out naturally.

Maybe I should do that sort of thing for my novel.

Because of my role on the campus newspaper, I was contacted by a big name consulting firm for their fall on-campus recruiting/interviewing powwow. I was intrigued, and I told my headhunter mama about it. Of course she was thrilled, and encouraged me to send in my resume. Not wanting to ignore this opportunity completely, I decided to do so, just for the hell of it. I don’t have any business background other than the real-life experience of the newspaper, but I do have my good days when I pull off being a “bright young lady.” I don’t even know if I would want to go into business, but that’s another story.

The point of this post is I just spent a good amount of precious Me Time updating my resume. But you know what? I’m not filing this under “Writer’s Block.” I did a helluva job updating that damn file, and it’s pretty impressive looking now, if I do say so myself. I even changed the font.

Today I discovered another roadblock I’ll have to get over if I’m going to finish the job. My boyfriend. Really, right now, the lack of my boyfriend. He went on vacation with his parents on Monday and won’t be back until the end of the month. I thought that this would actually be really helpful.

This summer, our relationship sort of went on turbo speed — we spend a ton of time together, staying together pretty much every night. There were a few tough conversations in there (it’s never easy to grow old when you’re 21), but ultimately it was the best summer of my life and solidified a lot for me. I was devastated when he left on Monday morning, and I refused to walk him to the bus because I knew I would start crying, and nobody wants to cry in public (I had already shed enough tears the night before, the day before, the morning of…).

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I’m starting this blog because I am going to write a book. I’m going to finish a book. I’m going to get that book published.

But I have no freakin’ clue how to do that.

I know I love writing. Sometimes I think I’m pretty damn good at it. And once in a while, I think that I have what it takes to write a great novel.

Once in a while, I think I can do it.

But, again, I have no goddamn idea how to go about this. The only thing I know is that I just need to keep writing. So I made this blog. And every day, I am going to get my ass in a chair and write. I’ll write something here, and I’ll try to write something for my book. And when I can’t write something for my book, I’ll write something else for here. The point is that I keep my ass in a chair and keep writing. And maybe, just maybe… I’ll get that damn book out of it.