The last time I posted on this was five years ago, so much has changed since then.
I finished two degrees and am now working on a third.
I moved out of my parent's house, moved back in, and just recently moved out again.
I finished my Hemibim book and now I hate it, mostly because I "broke up" with the people who inspired 3 out of 4 of the Hemibim.
My life is in a totally different place than it was five years ago, I'm not the same person I was and because of that it's difficult to even know where to begin.
I suppose I'll start with me.
I graduated from my community college without much celebration and found an English program at University of Baltimore that seemed like everything I wanted. I applied, was accepted and made pans to move to the city to be closer to school. What followed was one of the hardest years of my life.
I loved being on my own in my own apartment, but I was also lonely. I had friends at school, but they weren't the kind of friends I hung out with off campus. I spent most of my nights alone, I didn't do much other than school and work-study except schlepping back and forth to HarCo to continue working with a small theater company.
Thinking back on my first year at UB and how often I was running around, I'm amazed I managed the grades I got. Not long after starting there I decided I wanted to go to Grad school there too and I got into the Accelerated program and began taking Grad level classes while I was still working on my undergrad degree. I graduated this past December, Magna Cum Laude, with my Bachelor's in English and a Creative Writing concentration and after winter break I began my time as a Grad student.
I love my school still, I love the program that I have entered. I even found a group of like minded classmates who have become my writing "coven"
I was given an award from the English department for Excellence in Creative Writing.
Academically my writing career is at an all time high...I wish I could say the same for my own works of fiction.
I get inspired to write when I can't sit down and do it and when I have the free time I will stare at a document that I've started and get maybe two or three sentences down. Sometimes I just have to see those as a victory and take what I can get.
So I decided to come back to my blog.
This is a place where I don't have to have a prompt or an idea.
I can go on tangents about what I'm trying to write, or an idea I had, or even fanfiction as anyone who knows me is aware I love.
Even if I'm not writing as much as I want right now that might change. I could get hit with a huge wave a creativity tomorrow and finish two chapters, or I could keep trudging along day after day, writing my novel three lines at a time.
Either way, I am still doing this and that is something I am proud of.
