The things I should do.

It's so beautiful here in Columbia. I don't think I ever want to leave, unless it's to go somewhere with the same kind of weather. Though it is extremely warm, extremely early, it only makes it more possible to lay out and get things done throughout the day. Today has been very relaxing, even though it's only around 12:30pm. Shadow and I laid out for a while, went inside and took a break from the sun, then went back out. I think he enjoyed it just as much as I did... although he didn't work out yet to deserve the relaxation. Molly and I will take care of that this evening.

I didn't have to drive Molly to school nor do I have to pick her up. Plus, she and I are planning a wonderful sister night. It involves pizza, movies, and bonding. Yay! It's very exciting. Although I've enjoyed my time alone immensely, it will be nice to have Molly around the house and the parents coming back tomorrow evening. Once again I just want to say how grateful I am that they're here. I don't think I'd survive these five weeks if I didn't have them to be around.

I've been working on another project as well as Missing You. This project is just as personal, a little more publishable (only because it has a specific, large audience target), but a VERY LONG work in progress. This one will take many years to write due to it's topic. I know I'm being vague, but as I continue to write things just feel more... real. Does that make sense? I know that time is on my side, and I think lately I've been nervous because I'm almost afraid to be alone with my writing. Why? Because I'm afraid I'm going to start realizing that it's not good enough. I think that's every writer's fear in the early stages, and every writer has to reach the point where they know that they're good. More importantly, they know they're good enough to get published. I have motivation, but I just haven't reached my knowing point yet. I have a feeling we're all like Julie, from Julie & Julia, where it doesn't feel real until you get your first piece of work published. Then it starts to feel real and you truly feel like a writer.

Until next time.

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you!