So, it's December 21 and so far the world is still in one piece. Although, there is plenty of time for it to fall apart someway or another. But as interesting as the Mayan's calendar is, I'M WRITING AGAIN!!@2!1

Yesterday I wrote about 1k words, which, in my case, is wonderful since I haven't touched my draft in a month or two. Stared longingly at it? Yes, but worked on it? No. And what even is more amazing is that I spent two days dilly dallying on my laptop, playing video games, avoiding writing before I finally faced the music and wrote (shame on you, Caitlin. Shame. On. You).

It's hard. I haven't written for my draft in what feels like way too long and suddenly I'm suppose to just jump in and continue where I left off? If only. If only. But I pushed and shoved and was able to fit the routinely word amount in. I should be writing more (jobless college student on break here) but I lack the inspiration I need. So to fix that I ended up reading a book (The False Prince) in a matter of hours. Hours, I say. Started at 2 ended at 11pm. Haven't done something like that since I was in high school.

And it felt great.

Reading is my number one trigger for inspiration and reading a good book is even more inspiring.

But why am I telling you this? Well, I plan to write (and read) a lot this break and I needed to tell someone (or thing).

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

The title is from Lord Alfred Tennyson's epic poem In Memoriam. We're studying it in my Victorian era Literature class. It's one of his famous lines, and I'm sure if you've seen Moulin Rouge, you've heard something similar to it.

WORD COUNT: 176

I don't know if you've noticed, but I'll be updating this blog maybe, once or twice a week instead of EVERYDAY. Mostly because

1. I don't write every day (how boring is it to see post after post about how YET AGAIN, I've failed to write--or only have written a sentence or two).
2. I've become quite the busy student
3. It's easier to post once or twice a week with a meaty meal rather than five measly servings that couldn't feed an ant.

School so far has been successful. I'm actually happy about it for once. It's been over a year since I've felt this confident. Losing 19 pounds may have something to do with the confidence department, but still. Having my family's support at every turn--actually depending on them does help a lot.

Ironically, it's not that they actually do anything materially for me. They don't hold my hand as I go to school, or help me with my papers and readings. Just talking to my mom about how my day's been, how nervous I am about some assignment or how proud I am for talking to some random person.

It feels good.

I feel good.

If only I had more time to really sit down and pound out this chapter! This weekend is going to be busy also. I'm going down to San Diego to my aunt's to help with an event. I plan to leave Friday and then get back Sunday. Maybe. The details need ironing. But this means I might go another weekend without much progress. Last weekend I spent with my family also. Damn these buggers, taking my precious writing time away!

Yes I just went from "oh I love how supporting they are!" to "God damn it, why are you everywhere!"

Now that's true love.

And So It Begins...

Homework. Oh glorious, mounds of homework.

It has officially begun.

I've stacked all my required novels for school on the floor. For five minutes we had a stare off before I stormed away in defeat. How am I suppose to read any of these let alone all of them? Daunting doesn't even begin to describe how I feel about these "literary works." Give me YA and I'll eat that sucker right up. But serious literature? Yea, sure. Let me wallow in self pity as I yet again swap the text for SparkNotes.

Currently my homework includes:

• The Comedy of Errors by Shakespeare
• Dracula by Bram Stroker
• The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde
• And a bunch of poems from my Victorian Lit anthology.

Oh how I've missed forcefully reading multiple things at once.

I guess I'll start my night with a comedy. Seriously, it's going to be hilarious drilling through Shakespeare's language.