I have spent 16 of the last 36 hrs on a plane, 3 1/2 driving, 12 in a meeting....and the rest feeling awfully sick. I haven't had more than airport food, candy corns and pocky sticks since Monday morning and I am in complete Starbucks withdraw.
But i learned quite a bit, and I am 10 X more excited for Christmas to come! ( and 10 X more stressed) lots of work to do over the next week but what I am excited for is being able to share a new perspective.
I have an ever large paper to work on, since i will now be turning it in early due to my boss coming to my store the same day as my presentation....aaaaaaahhhh! But hey, I got this.
Send me warm fuzzies.... I need them. :)
29 October 2008
25 October 2008
A short Hello
Where does the time go? Seriously, its almost November already. I swear not a soul will read this post...who reads this blog anymore? Helllloooo...anyone out there? I can't say I am all that great at keeping things up, but hey, its a busy life i lead.
I am writing all the time. Words are coming out my pores. For real. I feel like i am not always writing or working on what i want to be, but it's progress and for that i am content. my notebooks are filled with random bursts of thought, and moments of writing genius. I can't help but think this is where i am meant to be. And even though i think that one of the non fiction pieces i am working on may be the death of me, or at least my literary hopes, i think its a good way to go out. Fall has this sort of melancholy effect on my life, and writing. And I hate that it only really lasts about two weeks. The color transformation and even that sort of imbalanced feeling that seems to come with this time of year. It's anxious, and thriving.
I can't wait to get done with the semester. I can't wait to be done with school. To just live each day inspired to create or write. I haven't done ANY art in over two months and my heart is breaking just a little. I want to make painty messes again, ugh, its killing me.
I have so much to do for work and school. Flying to Iowa on Monday for a meeting, be back tuesday night, then spending all day Wednesday writing. Wish me luck.
I am writing all the time. Words are coming out my pores. For real. I feel like i am not always writing or working on what i want to be, but it's progress and for that i am content. my notebooks are filled with random bursts of thought, and moments of writing genius. I can't help but think this is where i am meant to be. And even though i think that one of the non fiction pieces i am working on may be the death of me, or at least my literary hopes, i think its a good way to go out. Fall has this sort of melancholy effect on my life, and writing. And I hate that it only really lasts about two weeks. The color transformation and even that sort of imbalanced feeling that seems to come with this time of year. It's anxious, and thriving.
I can't wait to get done with the semester. I can't wait to be done with school. To just live each day inspired to create or write. I haven't done ANY art in over two months and my heart is breaking just a little. I want to make painty messes again, ugh, its killing me.
I have so much to do for work and school. Flying to Iowa on Monday for a meeting, be back tuesday night, then spending all day Wednesday writing. Wish me luck.
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