A New Year

I think it's crazy to predict what could come in the new year but rather much more exciting to kind of take it as it comes. I hoping for an exciting Bennington letter, to shed a few pounds, to have some happy times and be successful in some things but isn't that what all of us want? Tonight all I have to share is this, happy new year one and all make the best of every day because "life isn't about the number of breaths you take but the number of moments which take your breath away". Never forget to live for the day even when things aren't looking all that great, tell the people you love everyday that you love them, never go to sleep mad and always wake up ready to seize a new day.

Carpe Diem.

Welcome 2011.

The Beginning in the End

I just wanted to use a "Bones" episode title honestly so don't think I'm profound or anything or that I have something epic to say. I'm back for this moment, who knows when I shall post again, I know that chances of people caring is even slimmer but for some reason bloggling seemed appealing, soothing perhaps. Just writing getting a voice out there can be good for the writer's block...which although I don't have would be understandbale given my circumstances lately. I'm just getting back in the swing of life honestly and it feels good, like walking out of a really incredibly thick and long fog. I can read normally again and write at a normal speed. My brain feel pretty much normal not so like much and like things are getting all criss-crossed. I am however still a tad dizzy, quite a bit more tired than I remember and the headaches are still hanging around but I've never been one to demand time to advance any faster, often I want it to slow down, especially for my novel's sake. My novel. My novel that I speak of, is now a tangiable object to someone besides me. I have a manuscript box with multiple drafts and a for real proof copy in paperback from createspac with my own cover-art. It's incredibly exciting. :)

Also exciting is 're-learning' things you enjoy. Distance does often make the heart fonder which is why is sucks so bad to be apart: ie: reading, hardcore writing/editing, violin, exercise, blogging, etc. etc. LIFE! I sound as though I've emerged from a coma which is so not true and way over the top but hey I'm allowed to be excited I guess.

As for college that I'm allowed to be scared but it is also fair to say I am content with my decisions. I have been accepted to one school so far, not my top school or one of them at all but a school and I have lightened my work load the rest of senior year and decided it's time for some "me time" time to get my body and my "inner bean" and me and my best friend like to call it, in shape. It's time to get feeling amazing, because honestly who the hell cares if my school record is perfection if by the time I hit college I'm in a heap. I'd rather have a student jumping for joy ready to dive in, with hobbies and interests and health. So I'm working on that...
amoungst other things of course... so blog. Here we go, for another turn of it. I'm not going to plan I mean heck I'd like to say this is always going to be happy or productive or concern writing or have something good to say but no all I have to say is. Right now I am seeing lots of new beginnings and lots of things coming to an end and it's nice to just ramble on aimlessly, empty my headspace,

because in the land of novelists...

headspaces are terribly too small,

and crowded :-p