I’ve been out of college for five years, but I still feel like the year really begins in late August, not January. Fall semester! New stuff to learn! Autumn! Jeans and converse and long sleeves and socks!
…That is if you happen to live in a state where you have autumn and can wear the aforementioned jeans and converse and long sleeves and socks before the end of November. But I’m quibbling. Hopefully us poor Arizonians will get out of the 100s sometime soon and at least down into the 90s. Hopefully.
But that’s really beside the point. What I’m saying is, life has been completely crazy this summer. I’ve moved across town, nearly tore the bumper off my poor car by backing into a pole, painted a room, learned how to cook chicken, watched all seven seasons of Buffy, spent a week in Georgia eating ridiculously amazing watermelon, continued staunchly refusing to eat raw tomatoes (because I don’t like them, okay??), and got a grand total of absolutely nothing done on that novel revision I started back in March. Not to mention I haven’t been blogging, either.
What I’m saying is, it’s time for the fall semester, which means a new year and a new beginning and a new chance to dive back into noveling and blogging and getting stuff done. I don’t have to wait for January! The time is now!! I am novelist, hear me RAWRRRRR!!!!
**puts on a horned helmet brandishes a battle-axe, and hollers like a viking**
Erm. Anyways. Guess I’d better get to it then, right?