Another Day Bites the Dust

Only the second day of my writing challenge, and I missed my deadline. No 1500 words today for it. Tomorrow, though, I will complete my task!

I Will Always Have Cats

It is at this point that I realize that my furniture will always have small holes in it, because I will always have pets (read: cats).

The Night Circus

Guys, I just finished reading The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern. This is what I have to say about it:

GO. READ. THIS. BOOK.

NOW.

The Writing Challenge

Remember that whole 1500 word goal that I'd said I was going to do?

I haven't done it.

But, at the request of some very dear readers, I have decided to rededicate this challenge. And, to keep me on track, I'm sharing these daily writings with you. I even made a blog for it. Yes, a blog. Have you noticed that I'm a little obsessed with making new blogs?

Anyway, here it is. My 1500 words-a-day writing challenge.

Disclaimer: These writings will be totally and completely unedited. And while some days are going to be works of art, most of the days will produce works of utter crap. You have been warned.

Take Me to England. Now.

I have been informed that the arts in England are not nearly as separated as they are here. As in, it's quite common for movie stars to be in plays and the like.

How do I feel about this?

TAKE ME TO ENGLAND. NOW.

Honey, I'm Ho-ome!

Ah, my readers, how I have missed you!

I'm going to pretend there was a collective "I missed you, too, Apricot!" from you, darling readers. Let me pretend. And...end moment.

I know, you're all dying to know what I've being doing.

Other than seeing The Avengers twice? Oh, not much. 


Let me list it out for you:

1. I got me a job. I work at Advance Auto Parts in the city I live in.

2. We're moving to a different house in the city.

3. I've been out going to my singles ward. It's been...interesting. Fun. But interesting.

4. Bemoaning that one of my best friends is in England without me (read all of her adventures here).

5. Deciding what I want to happen in my life (read: BOYS. I DISLIKE DATING. IMMENSELY).

6. Missing my readers, but not knowing what to say.

But my block is over, the first step has been taken, my streak is back on. Watch out, readers, because life is about to get fun.

Dresses!

Dresses to me are like puppies to other people: pretty irresistible.

So what do I do? Get myself hooked on Say Yes to the Dress.

Yay, dresses!

Um, People? The Avengers.

Before I forget, I should let you know that I went to the midnight premiere of The Avengers.

I'm still fangirling over it. Excuse me while I swoon over Loki and Hawkeye.

I Got Bettah

It's been a rough week, you guys.

Our dog, Remy, got sick. Really sick. To the point that we thought he was going to die within a couple of days sick. Goods news: He's going to live! Bad news: He's going to lose an eye. But Fitz and I are currently making a pirate patch for him, so that he can be a fierce pirate pooch.

Any good wishes or general prayers sent in Remy's direction would be greatly appreciated. We're hoping to get his surgery in tomorrow (Monday).

The Help

That's right, my readers, I have (finally) seen The Help. Cue Southern drawl.

Whenever I watch a fabulous movie like this one (read: Steel Magnolias, etc.) I always want to start talking like the characters in it. It helps that I'm actually from the South, and I can pull it off. The problem comes with my dear mother, who hates it when I mimic accents like that. She's used to my unaccented mimic.

I pity the people who room with me during school. They get no reprieve from my accent addiction.

Anyway.

Thought you all should know that the voice in my head is not British. It is that Deep South drawl.

I'm not really sure what the point of this post is. It had one when I was writing it in my head, but I seem to have lost it. Loved The Help. Now I'm thinking/talking in the accents. I know too many people who are going to Britain without me. This should be rectified. That is all.

1,500 Words

All of you who know me know that I am, by nature, a creator of stories. I love molding worlds, and characters, and storylines into greatness. I used to be able to sit down at a computer and crank something out, no matter how terrible it might have been. Lately, though, I am completely stumped the minute I try to write something. 

So here's my summer goal to better myself. Every day (starting tomorrow), I am writing 1,500 words.Per day. Yeah, I went there. No, it's not Camp NaNo yet.

 For now, it's going to be working on a new story. Hopefully, by cranking out these words I'll at least get back into the knack of writing. And it's training for when Camp NaNo comes around.

I'm now taking applications for cheerleaders and potential readers.