Tuesday, June 26, 2012

My brain is a scribble.

Lawd. Life post college is neither fun or exciting. It is boring. I am bored. I never go anywhere, all my friends are not American (if you went to college in New Jersey, you wouldn't want your friends to be American either) and most of them have gone back to their respective countries. I have lady-dates with my bff from way back about once a week, but we're both so horrible at planning things that they fall through sometimes. I NEED TO GET BACK ON MY GAME.

Ghost story has been compleeeeted! It's on Wattpad, it's part of their yearly awards so voting for me or leaving comments would be all kinds of sweet tits. Here it is: Back For You (Watty Awards 2012)

BUT now that I'm done with that, I've started something that's complicated. I've never had this much trouble constructing an outline before. My process has been something like this:

"Okay first A happens, then we move on to B, then C...
Okay insert subplot Q in between A and B
Switch points R and P...
*90 hours later*
WHY IS THERE NO PAPER LEFT WHY DO THE GODS PUNISH ME SO?!"

Because apparently I can't be one of those creatives whose brains work linearly. Give a crayon to a 3 year old and tell him to go nuts. The resulting pattern is pretty much how my brain works. Go fig.

In other news, picking season is upon us once again! So this happened: 

He was a good sport about it, though. He doesn't even like strawberries. More for me. #kanyeshrug
Also, I love how all of a sudden I'm seeing pilates studios popping up in my town. Where were all of you 6-7 months ago?! I can't even, too little too late, guys. ]:< Maybe in a few months, but I'm too used to going at it on my own. Pssh. Charging my $70 per session for something that I literally do in my living room for free. How 'bout no.