So you might have noticed I didn’t post The Best Thing this week and those of you who read Damaged know that last week’s episode was supremely delayed and that I haven’t put up any teasers for this coming week.
I don’t want to bore you with any of the details except to say I have had a bit of a setback. I was planning to go back to school this year and get my teaching license, but funding fell through at the last minute. (And like seriously, the very last minute. I was due to start classes Tuesday and Friday was kind of the death knell for the whole project.)
It’s actually turning into a major setback and I have to rethink my whole timeline for getting my certificate. There’s also been some turmoil in my family. An in-law lost lost a member of the family, and I’ve been picking up extra baby-sitting shifts for my youngest niece, while baby-sitting an extra ton while my sister starts her classes on schedule (oh, the irony).
Anyway. This is all to say that the last week and a half have basically been a bust for writing. I’ve gotten next to nothing done, and what is done I mostly hate and feel like trashing. This weekend is going to be a bust for any writing — I’m baby-sitting again, shopping for dresses for the wedding, and Labor Day bbq. I’m starting work on Tuesday as scheduled — ugh. It’s just a whole lot of nonsense. I’m tired of it, but you know, life saps creativity from time to time.
I’ll post some scenes from Bittersweet that I’ve trashed — I’ve written several opening scenes and only just found the one I liked, but I won’t be able to use the others. So I’ll post them at some point this weekend as a peace offering.
I’ll post any further updates on my writing on Facebook/Twitter so as not to annoy you guys further here.
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Melissa, you never annoy me with emails, so send them as often as you want. Hope things start picking up for you, and the family, and know that whenever you post will be fine with me. Keep your head up, January will be here before you know it.
Ugh, that’s a lot of stuff to deal with at one time.
I hope you’re able to find the ugliest bridesmaid’s dress ever created and by then you’re able to laugh about it.
You’ll get through this. One day at a time, one hour at a time, one crisis at a time. You’ll get to the other side. It might not be on your timetable, but it will happen.
It is ironic that your sister is going and you’re not. I wondered about that when you said your funding didn’t go through.
Quit feeling guilty about us. We’re fine.