*cough cough*

So it seems totally redunant to say "I'm a baaaaad baaaad blogger" so, other than saying that much, I'll refrain from comment.

So what's been going on with me in the past month, you ask?

School.
Work.
School work.
Rinse, repeat.

Did a really stupid thing last week. I bought a MAC (not the stupid thing, lol) and I was transfering music from my old laptop to the new mac via my flashdrive because iTunes is a bitch about transfering music. Well in the process of loading the flash drive, copying files to the mac, and deleting the music in order to make room for more... I deleted a folder containing about thirty pages worth of manuscript for my novel "Life gets in the way" based off my friendship with Chris.

Needless to say, I was pissed.

But, in the spirit of trying to see everything in a "cup is half full" mantra, I'm trying not to be upset about it. Either this is a sign that Chris wasn't too happy about my writing... or it was a sign I can do better. I'm going to take it as a sign that I can do better. So I sat down last Friday night and attempted to start retyping it... and I just wasn't feeling the retype. I got a page and a half into it and stopped. Hopefully the spirit will move me again to start writing it... because I'm really thinking this might provide some closure with the whole situation (I'm grasping at straws here... notice I said that I was hoping to find closure from burning the letter to him? Yeah, closure is still missing.).

Over the weekend, my friend Ann  (who is an amazing writer and also an incredible person) hosted a little get together at her house with some of her female writing friends. The process was amazing.  I was the youngest one there... I think the woman closest in age to me was probably in her mid thirties. Everyone else was married... married/divorced... married with kids... married/divorced with kids... etc. It was very much like being back in a creative writing workshop, except instead of reading the pieces on our own, the authors read them out loud to get feedback afterwards. This adds a new dimension because not only do you get the voice of the piece, but you get the voice of the author. Obviously if someone is looking for publication it isn't beneficial to rely on verbal readings in order to connect with your reader, but in this situation it was enlightening.

I had wanted to read from my piece about Chris... but of course I deleted it two nights prior so I couldn't. I ended up reading from my novel "Collide" and let me tell you... if it is beneficial to hear someone else read their piece out loud in order to hear their tone/voice, it's benefical to read out loud in order to discover things that are unnecessary/redundant/confusing. I have a looooot of editing to do, but I'm really excited about it. I might try to get into the habit of reading things out loud more often just to see what I can come up with.

Anyways, I'm dog sitting and the dogs are downstairs and voicing their opinions about being left alone, so I'm going to say adieu. School ends in two weeks, so maybe I'll update more often? Haha... don't hold your breath =)