I know. Technically I'm a day late on my word count log, but give me a break. Today was the day of my Nana's birthday. We put together and ran a huge ass party. Time was definitely not on my side. I've been busy since ten and I didn't get home until 10 pm. Thankfully, I was in the writing spirit.

So I wrote.

But before I give you my daily update, I'd like to mention my least favorite thing about family parties: the what are you going to do after college question. If I had a quarter for every time blah blah blah (do I really need to finish the rest?). Seriously. The answer is so simple. It's common sense. How could you ask me that?

GET A JOB.

That's my plan. Get a job, a career after college. As a writer, selling my book, making a contract to write another book--that's a job, right? Even if I'm still struggling to have anything published, I still plan to find some form of work. What do they expect me to do?

To be fair, I could go back to school or spend time traveling the world (oh how much I would love to do that). But from experience and mouth to ear, these things happen more sporadically rather than in sequence. As of now, my life is a sequence with sparks of sporadic events. Nothing radical enough to shift my sails.

On the plus side, someone did ask if I still was writing and instead of prying into details she merely patted me on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Good!" Such a simple gesture can bring satisfaction. When people tend to ask about the details of my writing, I feel as if they're asking questions out of politeness rather than curiosity. They see writing as a hobby rather than a goal. When someone simply takes the time to make sure I'm still writing, it's a sign of belief. She actually believes I'm a writer, rather than another person with an unrealistic dream.

With that feeling I came home and wrote. It's 1:11 am and I still have some desire to write.

WORD COUNT: 691

I believe that number speaks for itself.