Fun Times

Today was a good day in terms of things accomplished. I made it to class and had all of my assignments done and ready to turn in on time. I met up with my friend Chrissy after classes and talked to her for a while. She's actually from Germany, so it's good practice for me in terms of language study.

Unfortunately, things are not going well in my personal life. I'm twenty-five years old and facing a rather distressing circumstance: I'm graduating from college! Agh! I have no idea why I went to school this long, because I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. My job will not have anything to do with my majors. I can't think of anything I could do with an English and German degree. I really can't. I'm hoping that I will be able to find full time work after graduation. I really, really want full time work.

My sister quit her job, and because my name is on her lease, I am stuck paying her rent. I should kick her to the curb, but then the compassionate part of me goes: she is your sister. How long does a person need help before it starts being a crutch? I think she's on crutches at this point.

My car has a fuel leak, which means I get to drive a dangerous car across town first thing tomorrow and pray I make it to the shop...and that the shop won't charge me an arm and leg for service. Please, if the mechanics are listening, keep it under $100. Please, please, please. I hope they're listening.

My lovely check is just sitting here, waiting for deposit. I would love to go down to the bank and deposit it in my account (thereby changing the dreadful negative number I'm currently carrying), but I can't drive the car. Grr.

Needless to say, writing has taken a backseat to this crazy thing I call life. I do have a few new stories, both original and fanfiction, buzzing in my head. There are actually four fanfictions, but I'll probably only try to write three. One already has a title, called Anachronism. It's been fun, but I don't know if I'll actually write it. It has the same themes as the first two, and I'm becoming just a bit tired of angst. (I never thought I'd say that!) The second is the newest, a story without Harry Potter as the main character in the beginning! O.O How did that happen? He comes in later, of course, but I almost didn't recognize him. Funny how that works. There's no title yet, so I'm calling it STHFHOS...I love acronyms. 20 points and virtual chocolate to the person that figures out what that means! Or a preview...your choice. The last and most fun lacks a name, but I've been calling it JBHP. I doubt anyone will figure that out at all. So, a thousand points and a command chapter of any story to the person able to guess. This story is unlike anything I've done, which might be why I'm so excited about it. ^_^ Harry is in this from the get-go and he's very fun to write! I can't wait to see the finished product.

I guess I should amend what I said earlier. It's not that I haven't been writing...I'm just not writing "An Aunt's Love" or "What is Right". I do have a chapter ready to go, but I'm holding off on it until I clear up a point or two. Look for it sometime soon.

Until next time, may the Muse refrain from the baseball bat.

The Dreaded Disease WB

I have that dreaded disease that writers do not name for fear of getting it. It lurks about us in a dreadful fog of Real Life and Other Responsibilities. It is more feared than flu and colds. I will only initial it: WB.

I want to cry. Why now? Why? I have so many things going on for Harry that nothing else will do but for me to try to write the next chapter, but it came out pathetically short and rather, hmm, bland. I wrote something bland! It's just not fair. It really isn't fair. I've been good to that story, lost sleep over it, researched persnickity little items that only gave it more depth...and it betrays me.

I hope that it ends soon. I can only hope, as every other trick I have to get it to go away has yet to work. At least the blog proves that I can still write, but the dreaded WB on "An Aunt's Love" is creating a lot of...anger towards fanfiction in general. Why do I feel the need to write such a story? I don't know. It's there, and it wants to be written, so I answer the call. Stupid story.

I really do love it. I do. It's practically my baby, but all the same, it's a very whiny, annoying, attention-demanding baby. I doubt anyone would blame me if I just chucked it all.

On second thought, I think I would have to go into witness protection if something like that happened. Some of my readers have death threated me more than once. Chucking the story would be a bit like prodding an ant hill with a stick. All the same, not something I would care to try.

I'm off to try to sleep. Perchance to dream. Or write. Keep your fingers crossed and hope that something happens that breaks me out of it.