Kyra here.
Since I am on a work computer, this is going to be quick.
Mom and I have been meeting every week. I have to say, we’re actually doing it. At least I’m {attempting} to get over an hour of writing done a day. Yesterday was slowed down because we had to talk about Miley Cyrus’s foam thumb.
The internet has officially gone out at my job. Which means I can’t watch movies, or anything, anymore.
I’m disappointed.
But that means I have no other choice but to write and read.
I read Thirsty last night by M.T. Anderson.
I was already feeling slightly down in the dumps, but after it was done I thought, “I can’t believe I didn’t think this was dark when I read it when I was 14…”
I guess people change, and my emotions must be tender little things. . . or something.
I have 100 pages of unusable work done on this current story. If anyone would like to buy it . . . let me know. {JK} Although I am slightly {only slightly} discouraged at the fact that I really can’t use one bit of it. {Goodbye all my hard work, hello brand. new. draft.}
To finish off, I have to admit that I’m already brainstorming what I could work on in November.
Is that cheating?
Well, I’m doing it anyway.
Cheers!
Throwing Up Words 