Goodbye Semester 2!

Whew, so it’s been a crazy few months, but I turned in my last packet for the semester on Thursday and sent in my end of semester evaluations yesterday so I am all done at last! It’s kind of amazing to me that I survived this semester with all the ups and downs health-wise, but I seem to have managed okay. Now I get to catch up on the rest of my life, lol. Can I also say how terrifying it is to only have a year left? One year and then I’m out on my own again, trying to find employment! Eek!

Next semester is critical thesis time so I’m doing a lot of brainstorming about what I might want to do. I’d like to do something focused more on middle grade books since I’ve been reading so much YA recently. So I’m thinking of doing something on omniscient narrators in middle grade fiction. I love omniscient narrators. Let’s hope I love writing a thirty page essay about them.

I’m also trying to figure out what to do with the very messy twelve chapters I have of my new YA novel. Do I forge ahead with the draft? Do I revise to save the sanity of my next advisor? Do I take a break from writing for a month because, hey, how else am I ever going to get some time to relax? Do I work on something entirely different like the new short story idea tossing around in my head? Honestly, I do not know, and by the time I figure it out it will probably be time for the summer residency.

In completely unrelated news, I’m trying to figure out what do with this livejournal, what I want it to be, etc. I’m hoping that if I set goals like a post a week I’ll actually show up more often instead of letting things languish. But I’m also trying to figure out what I want to talk about. I’m thinking more writing related stuff and less private stuff? But I do want to keep talking about my health issues to some extent in the hope that it will help anyone who stumbles across this part of the interwebs who also happens to have a less than functional body. Such a difficult balance.

For now, I guess, I will focus on cleaning my moldering gingerbread house before it collapses around my ears in dismay. Or before it decides to move to somewhere warm without me.

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