I searched my blog post history and discovered this is my seventh Somethings post! I’ll explain why this is significant later on in this post.
I want you to close your eyes and imagine.
You’re poring over a biology textbook, a bag of trail mix at hand, munching away as you read. Of course, you glance over every so often to pick out an M&M, because honestly, what is trail mix without the M&Ms?
But then imagine, instead of picking out the M&Ms and eating them, you dig around in the mixture, grab the M&Ms, and stick them back in the bag.
I had to avoid the M&Ms in trail mix for a week. Why? I made the choice to go on what healthy, cool people call a “cleanse” *cue high pitched horror music.*
I am not a healthy person. I went from eating yummy, processed, sugary goodness to abstaining from extra sugar, processed foods, gluten, and dairy.
I was supposed to live like this for 28 days.
I made it a week (other than one accidental M&M from the aforementioned trail mix). I was proud of myself. Though I didn’t stick with it, the cleanse taught me a lesson in self-control.
Mainly, that I actually had a small portion of it. Which was surprising.
This one is more serious than my Sad Something.
Mark this down. Gabby got emotional.
For the peeps who know me, I’m a pretty even-keel person who rolls with the punches. But last month I had a breakdown and shed a lot of ink. I sat down and wrote for about an hour, examining my own motivations and choices. Later that night, I discussed many of the realizations I came to with my parents and went home for the weekend.
Some of these thoughts involve potential life changes. Together my family and I are contemplating the next steps regarding my future.
Going home for the weekend and speaking with my parents was like a haven for me. Though sitting down in a loft and doing school for six to eight hours isn’t everyone’s ideal weekend, it helped me push through my first adult crisis. The grace my parents gave me after I admitted my doubts and realizations eased my mind as well.
Something Related to First World Problems
*voice crackles over the radio* October third, two thousand sixteen. Two days have passed since it died. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on…*Crackling takes over the radio*
My phone broke last Friday. It’s sad to consider, but the few days I was forced to live without it was the longest time I’ve gone without a small tracking device…er… phone since Christmas of 2014.
It was also the second phone I’ve broken at Cedarville. It was a bit weird, not having something to distract myself with when there was a spare pocket of time, but in the same breath, it was nice not having that nagging little rectangle in my pocket. In the end, my awesome daddy managed to reset it and bring it back to life.
Something that’s Kinda a Big Deal
In my first Somethings seven months ago, I announced that I had received an internship from Kingdom Pen, a Christian writing website that teaches teens how to write good books for Christ’s glory.
I served my full term as a sailor aboard that internship, and the time came for KP to decide whether to take me on another voyage or leave me ashore.
(I’m sorry, but I feel brilliant for that wordplay. Excuse me while I bask in this glorious moment.)
Ahem. Anyway, I waited for the news.
And eventually found out that I was *pause for dramatic effect* asked to take a permanent spot on the writing team! I couldn’t believe it. Looks like I’ve gained my sea legs, aye?
I’m a fully competent adult. Mostly.
I decided, since other competent adults let supposedly certified people steal a very vital part of what’s keeping them alive under the pretense of giving it to someone else, that I would do the same.
I gave blood for the first time. And to be honest, I thought it was neat. Sure, the paperwork wasn’t so great. Neither was the waiting. Or the big needle. But man, giving blood is fascinating.
Especially in my case. For some reason, my blood wanted to stay inside my body. Don’t know why, mind you. So, the nurses tried a few tricks to coax my veins to work. They didn’t succeed, and even though I didn’t give as much as I would have liked, I’m going to try again.
And yes, I was thinking about this scene as I waited:
Something Related to Writing
My goals for last month included:
- Finish half of the second draft of Rook
- FINALLY finish my Sam story
You can all testify that I did indeed finish my Sam story. Praise Jesus.
I did not finish half of my second draft of Rook, which presents a problem for me. the National Novel Writing Month, otherwise known as NaNoWriMo, is approaching, and I want to write the second book in Rook’s series, Ceasefire, during it.
However, I also wanted to finish the second draft of Rook so I could send it to beta readers.
In light of that, my goals for this month are:
- Finish Rook and prep for Beta readers. Which is terrifying, given that I’ve never let anyone read a full version of any of my novels, let alone tear it to pieces.
- Write a shorter fiction piece and submit it to a magazine.
- Adequately plot, brainstorm, and research for Ceasefire.
Along with all that, I want to share with you guys what I’m doing, specifically, what my novels are about, why I write what I do, etc. and dive into what it is like to be a writer. I consider the writer side of me a vital part of my life, and think it’s time to share it with people.
And besides, if I’m going to become a real author, I’ve must get used to sharing. Since that’s all authors do.
This horse was part of a Labor Day Parade in Cedarville. His name is Butch:
Once again, I frustrate myself.
Recently, when I come up with an idea for an article or blog post, I write it on a piece of paper and tape it to my wall.
I probably have about nine up there now. I’ve had plenty of chances to write out my ideas, too. When I get to that point when I have time, however, I don’t “feel” like writing them. *glares at self* Ahh the struggle to be self-motivated. Anyone else feel me on this one?
Starting my work on Ceasefire. I always get pumped when I start a new project, and this one is no exception. If I complete it, it will be the fourth book I’ve written (If you include Rook, which is technically a novella).
Technicalities aside, it has been an eventful month. What about you guys? Did you do anything exhilarating this month, or are you simply trying to survive the school year? Feel free to leave a Something of your own in the comments so we can all relate as fellow members of the human race.
Unless you’re an alien. Then that might be a little harder.
-Gabrielle Pollack (A.K.A. The Great Rising Puzzlement)