I'm starting to not having anything to say on Friday...Sheesh.
So I guess rambling about writing is better than nothing.
I won't say why, but I'm so glad I'm old enough now to realize that how I used to write was so immature. College and revising really have molded me into a better writer to a point where I can tell when I'm not doing my best.
I do miss how I used to be able to write in multiple stories at a time. That's kind of slowed down.
I want to revive a lot of the stuff I used to write with my current knowledge, but I think it would involve *gasp* plotting.
I'm very happy for the people I've met through the internet who have agents! Hope that will be me one day before I'm thirty-five. Thirty is now too short a goal.
Not about writing, but there are a lot of TV shows I need to catch up on before they start up again, so maybe that will be my Saturday between reading and beta-reading.
City of Bones is available for pick-up at my library now, but I just started this other book, so I might just let it sit there and try again later.
My 30-day Sugary Free Drink ban ends on Tuesday. Had I started when I said I was going to, I'd be able to have soda on Labor Day, but as it goes, I'm bad at resolution-type deals.
It's 11PM (scheduled blog), so I'm going to turn to Family Guy and go to bed. Shalom.