Well, the time has come. I have spent three full semesters at Cowley and am finally in my last one. When I started attending, I was looking forward to this day, but now that it's finally just around the corner, I wish it wasn't so. Cowley really should be a four-year college. I'm sure that I'm not the only one that's going to miss Cowley and the friends that we've made and the good times that we had once we leave.
I have been working on a novel. I don't know if it's any good or if I will even attempt to publish it is still unknown to me, but I have been having a lot of fun working on it. A few days ago, I had just finished the second chapter and was feeling a little proud of myself. My sister noticed and asked why I was in a good mood, so I told her why and she asked to read it.
Ever since I was a little kid, I have spent every single Thanksgiving dinner at my grandmother's house. It's always a fun time. I get to spend time with my cousins that I don't get to see very often. I get to visit the farm and take an hour or so to walk around in the fields just enjoying the fresh air and freedom that you can't have within the city limits. I get to eat more than my fair share of fattening food, but most of all, I get to enjoy time with my family.
Recently, a group of writers and I went to the Nimrod Writers Conference. I went last year and enjoyed it, but this year was much better. Each year, they choose 1 novelist and 1 poet to come and share about how they write and read a little bit of their upcoming books. The novelist this year was Laura Van Den Berg. Laura's recent novel is a mystery called 'Find Me'. I haven't had a chance to read it just yet but when she read a small piece of it, I loved it.
For weeks, I picked out my most flattering and professional outfits. Two comfortable dresses, two cardigans, two pairs of nice shoes, some comfy clothes, just in case. I have this habit of packing early for every trip out of town I take. I still forget stuff, but it makes me feel better. On this trip, I forgot pajama pants. Figures. Nonetheless, I was excited for all that we would do and see.
My steps were smooth, quick, and simple. My breath kept even. My heartbeat was a slow 140 beats per minute, according to my heart rate monitor. The grass below my feet was wet from last night’s harsh rainstorm. I was running in Big Shunga Park, where I typically do my morning runs. The trails are vast and all over. I have calculated a forty minute route of which I run five days a week.
Halloween is coming up and that means that we are all going to see more clowns and maybe a few other monsters that make us shiver. October is the one month that I look normal for having more than the average amount of horror movies and books in an everyday household. Ever since I was little, I always loved being scared and I can thank my dad for making me watch horror movies with him when I was only 7 years old for that.
I've seen a lot of horror movies in my day but none have hit me as hard as Stephen King's It did. I recently just watched it and I'm already planning another trip to go and see It again. In this blog, there will be no spoilers so you don't have to worry about me telling you what happens to little Georgie at the beginning or what happens at the end.
The school year is just starting, and I am already swamped. Between work, school, and social life, I don't have much time to just sit around a be lazy anymore like I did last year. Is it because I'm more of an adult now? Probably not. For my first blog of the year, I want to write about something most of us hate to talk about. Yes, becoming an adult. The scariest and most exciting this we will ever do.
I grew up on a healthy diet of fantasy. As is fairly normal in childhood. From Disney movies to books with children going on adventures, to the stories that played in my mind. In my family, reading, and artistic endeavors, and imagination were encouraged. I took drawing lessons where I learned how to see objects for what they were and make them come alive in a different world, one of graphite and charcoal.