Act I: Completed

About three days ago I reached a milestone. I had written 20,000 words of my book. I was so excited and I still am when I look down at the word count box. I swear I never thought I would write that much on one thing. I was seriously doubtful that I would reach that length. I started this book way back in July of last year and there was only one page with about 300 words. I abandoned it a few times but I always came back to it. The latest time I came back to it I had about 15K. I’m not going to lie it felt like a chore to write it but then suddenly I started to get excited. I was getting to the parts I most wanted to write. One of my chapters reached 4K. I had set myself a goal of writing 2K but chapter 5 was probably my favorite to write. That chapter just flowed from my fingertips. Since then I’ve been writing steadily on it. I reached 21K today. I can reach my projected 65K in about sixty days if I write 800 a day and for the last three days I’ve done that.

 

I’m still making time for other things. I write on the manuscript while I wait for the Sims to load (They have bitten again. Alya just had a baby and Amina entered politics). I read about 40 minutes at night. On Tuesday I took the pretest for the HiSet (A equivalency test that replaced the GED here in Louisiana) and today I volunteered. I’m learning to schedule myself better. One of my nurses at the psych hospital told me that I need structure and she was right. When I got home without having to go to school any longer I craved the structure of the hospital. I’m extremely glad to have it back in some form. Generally I’m a mess without it. 

 

I also entered my short story, One Small Step, in the Critical Mass 2 contest presented by ArtSpace. I worked hard on it and it went through six drafts but I’m pretty happy with what I wrote. I don’t know if it’ll win but I’ll be extremely happy if it does. 2014 seems like it’ll be a good year for me. 2009-2013 were terrible years mostly in the summer when it seemed like bad things struck me and my family. But I think that ended around August after I got the news that my uterus was alright and the panic attack faded away. Hopefully these next few years will be good to me. I hope they’re good to you all as well.

They Call Her Emily

And Emily is my new therapist. I switched from my old center to a new one this month. My first appointment is on Thursday.

Though I do still get anxious sometimes when I’m alone usually at night I have been feeling much better. I’ve been taking my meds on time and sleeping through the night. I don’t feel so angry and irritable and I’m being much nicer to my grandmother which she surely appreciates.

This January is also special in another way. I’m starting volunteering and I’m planning on going to adult education classes so I can finally after putting it off earn my GED (Well it’s the HiSet in my state now but that’s a convoluted story.)

I’ve been more active. I’m sorta kinda making friends here in the city. I’m trying to get my life back in order. When I say bipolar completely fucked over my life. I’m not exaggerating. It completely threw a wrench in my plans and I made some mistakes but I’m better now. I’m ready to move on now.

Until the next update!