I've known for months what day I was leaving home. I kept track of the weeks, knowing (in my mind) when I would leave.

I knew I wouldn't realize in my heart that I was leaving for much, much later. That date has struck. At 11 today, I'll move into a dorm. God has blessed me with great potential suitemates (who oddly enough have the same last name but are not related). I think I'm ready (as I can be - there's only so much I can learn without experiencing it). The realization is sinking in.

I'm too mind-paralyzed to think. I'm not scared. Maybe just stunned. In shock. I've looked forward to going to college since I was a little kid - I mean, seven, eight years old. It's always been a date in the future. It's here now, and I can't believe it.

I'm sending out the cry for help - prayers for wisdom, discernment, courage, that it would quit raining so I can transfer my torn-apart computer system into the car without shorting it out...

I Have Returned!

Hola, my fellow bloggers! I'm back from D.C. I didn't finish the novel - but I couldn't have more than twenty pages left. (Yay!) Like Anilee commented, I would have loved to take my laptop and write on the National Mall (substitue Thomas Jefferson Memorial or similar location). However, I was traveling with my dad, and I'm not sure he would get it. Don't get me wrong - I love my dad, and we get along most of the times, but there are some more ethereal things I can't explain to him without sounding sentimental and/or stupid.

Anyway.

Tuesday was freezing - of course, this was the day we did a Segway tour. I didn't pack enough clothes. The evil breeze disregarded my fleece, and the clouds refused to budge. Nevertheless, zipping around on a Segway was worth it.

Wednesday: warmer and sunshine. I think we walked about five miles around town. Seriously. We ate at a Mexican restaurant called 'Rosa Mexicano' (any Spanish speakers out there who can explain why it's Rosa Mexicano instead of Mexicana? I can't figure it out). Despite the grammatical confusion, I had the best enchiladas suizas.

Oh yeah, did I mention I'm off wheat, dairy, and peanuts for the next month? Trying to eat around that on the trip didn't quite work. I tried. I really did. But sometimes there wasn't enough non-gluten, non-dairy food for fuel. When that happened, I tore into the forbidden food. I forgot how good bread tastes. But now I'm home, and back on the diet. *sighs*

I did note one thing: chocolate is not on my blacklist. Heh heh.

I read a great book on the trip that I haven't seen reviewed - I'll do that soon.

My Crazy Life

So. I noticed I haven't posted in a while. That may be due to several things:

1. Realizing in four months I will not be living with my family. Possibly ever again.

2. This is kind of exciting.

3. The wonderful Miss Erin whom we all know and love posted about novel goals. I'm not feeling up to finding the link, but a lot of you posted goals. Mine was to finish my second novel by June.

I almost have. The only thing is that it isn't the novel I was thinking of. The one I thought I'd finish was already 200 pages or so. Basically there. Then I made the mistake of starting another project. You know, just putting it on the computer so I wouldn't forget it.

That was March 12.

Today's April 7. I've written 50,000 words, 200 pages, and the thing that astounds me most - have not hit writer's block once.

Don't be jealous and leave nasty comments. Please. This has never happened before and I'm still reeling. I'm going to Washington DC this afternoon, with my laptop (my friend, my confidante), and will probably finish the book there. So cool. I LOVE DC. There's something special about being able to complete a novel there. Or is that just me?

I wrote it (am writing it?) in third-person, from two points of view. Usually I stick with first-person, but I needed another viewpoint, and I don't do first-person from a guy's POV so well. Oh, yeah, and I actually have a title. This is amazing, considering I have an overabundance of book ideas but stink at titles.

So that's my life right now. Oh, yeah, that and I've decided I hate stairs. I ran a 5K race this Saturday, and kicked it in hard. My calves hate me. They feel like rocks. Sookie would agree, being a fellow runner. That reminds me - at a track meet a couple weeks ago, I saw the Lumberjack team! (Please, tell me I remembered the mascot correctly. I know it was the same school). So, Sookie, should you go there and decide to run for their team, we might actually meet at a Houston-area track meet someday!