Wordy Wednesday (“Cadence, Excerpt #3”)

I AM GOING CRAZY RIGHT NOW. I’m currently working at a local drama camp in the mornings, prepping for my grad party this weekend in the afternoons, and attending theatre rehearsals in the evenings. Along with trying not to lose Camp NaNoWriMo too horribly.

I ache all over, I keep snapping at everybody, and I’m basically dressed like a giant five year old today because I couldn’t be bothered to find anything cute to wear.

And I look like this:

I really, really just want to get some sleep, but I can’t, because there’s so much stuff to do, and just… Gah. I can’t take it. I can’t wait until this week is over and everything slows down and I can go back to being like this:

(I know — even when I’m trying, I don’t have my usual perk and verve.)

But anyway, here’s today’s Wordy Wednesday! (To be honest, I’m not even sure today is Wednesday, but I’m assuming it is since this is going to be my third day of torture and it started on Monday… which comes two days before Wednesday. Yeah.)

(Link to Chapter One & Chapter Two.)



[Sorry this is no longer available–I’m editing Cadence now with the hopes of maybe, possibly publishing it someday. Thanks for the interest, though!]




Grad Party Season

You know, I always think, “Yay! It’s summer! It’s time sleep in and relax!!! YUSSS!”

— And then I go on Facebook and realize that it’s the Saturday after graduation, actually, which means that I have four grad parties to attend and a birthday party. And the first one starts in less than an hour. And I haven’t showered yet. Or bought anyone gifts. And all I really want to do at the moment is stay at home and read Why We Broke Up by Daniel Handler (aka Lemony Snicket).

But anyway, the grad parties are calling, so I’ll have to see if I can get a real post in later, but chances are that I’m not going to be home for the rest of the day. (Oh, and a head’s up — I’m going to Chicago for part of next weekend, for my cousin’s grad party, and then running around to other grad parties for the rest of it, so I’m going to be swamped again. And then theatre starts up again after that. And yeah… So much for rest and relaxation, right?)

To tide you over, here’s a cute picture of my dog being annoyed at me (I’d just woken her up from a nap):


Talk to you maybe tomorrow? (And yes. That is indeed a Hunger Games t-shirt.)