365 days of being a writer: day 255

There are less than 100 days left in this experiment. There are also less than 100 days until I pack a truck and drive off to school. Isn't that crazy? I most definitely didn't plan THAT shit eight months ago.

OK. I'll admit that this day did not deliver on all predicted scope for productivity.

But stuff and things were accomplished. Got my wildly painful MMR vaccine booster (34 years later), submitted three demand articles, wrote a couple of paragraphs on my book review of Silent Spring, made next week's lunches, and went for a morning slog.

There was also some dawdling, a bit of lollygagging, and just a hair of dilly-dallying. I mean hell, it was Saturday, after all.

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365 days of being a writer: day 254

Does this chain look shorter?


Today was a trudging through work. But at the end of it, I sold my button machine, adding to the moving fund.

I also managed to make good (I hope) on a pending writerly commitment.

And I read a bunch of Annie Dillard, who I might love a very little bit more than George Saunders.

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365 days of being a writer: day 253

My day started with a painful tooth cleaning and a sunburn. It could only go up.

I was able to take a half day, owing to my jaw pain, so I sent off my passport renewal stuff (this year's pic is vastly more awesome than the one from 10 years ago, so that's something).


I also edited and submitted the interview with Brie to an online journal with a running interview feature. AND, I turned in one demand article and drafted two more. I wish I could stay better focused on those, but two at a time seems to be my limit.

UWyo sent my proposed teaching schedule (Thursday afternoons)! And 52 | 250 wants to include one of my pieces in their third online anthology! And lastly, about.me sent me a freebie 50 moo cards, so I should have some writer-business cards next week.

So, a damn sight better'n yesterday.

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365 days of being a writer: day 252

I was not interested in participating in today from the get-go. (where did that come from, I wonder? get-go)

Today felt stuck and gluey. I just wanted to stay in bed! So bad!

I have to get an immunization for school. I'm apparently not immune enough to Rubeola.

Gotta get the passport renewed.

I have to move in a month. And my computer is acting funny.

I finished transcribing the interview, and I might freewrite a bit before bed. But bed is the priority. I'm done.


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365 days of being a writer: day 251

Not having Internet at home sucks. I just spent a bunch of writing time fighting with my suddenly malfunctioning docking station. But with no Internet, there's no "quick, go download the newest drivers!"

I managed to research two more Demand articles, and I hobbled through transcribing half of my first interview (with my sister) when I got home.

Today it felt like there wasn't enough time to read and write everything I wanted to before school. And Spanish homework? Haven't done any in weeks.

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365 days of being a writer: day 250

Some days, even if you had 19 good conversations it wouldn't make the one tough one any easier. You know?

I applied for a new writing assignment through Demand, today. I took some notes that might kernel pop into an idea--inspired in part by the Annie Dillard. But all that's sort of unimportant right at the moment.

Tomorrow is always unknown. So now I lay me down, in preparation for taking a giant step into the unknowing, first thing in the goddamn morning.


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365 days of being a writer: day 249

Happy Easter.

PJ went to his new home today, which was rough. And then some crazy lady I've never met came to brunch at my parents and brought her cat in a carrier. She deposited the crying cat right next to the table. I ate as fast as I could and then went outside in the bright, bright sun and tried not to throw up.

It is worth mentioning, because I am at heart a selfish creature, that I am sad because I fell out of love with my cat. Not so much because I will miss him, because probably I won't for long. Ice queen. It's been a long day full of sugar.

However, it was not without writing. I finished up another article. I have almost made enough to pay for my renewed passport. I also took a stab at an edit of the hummingbird essay to send off to a competition.