Excuse Me, I Need a Refill

Sitting at a restaurant, sipping coffee and trying to get my head on straight. I don't know anything anymore.

Last Sunday I had a burst of inspiration and I sat down to the computer trying to get everything out of my head and onto the page. Today I feel empty. It's strange how capricious my bouts of ideas can be. I would rather thoughts came slowly and steadily than all at one moment and then not at all.

Here's a thing: couples with babies make me want to have a child; couples with children make me happy I'm not a mom.

Wright submitted a second article for publication and it still hasn't appeared in the magazine. I'm glad. Today was supposed to be the day that we both submit something and I don't have anything. I think I need a new writing partner. Wright doesn't inspire me anymore. It's not his fault though. I just fear being read and it keeps me from getting something done and ready to get out.

I'm a Happy Girl.

I just am. I feel inspired. I'm writing some articles about environmental issues and corporations corrupting the government. I've been watching documentaries and learning a lot. I'm writing letters. I'm looking for ways to speak up.

Tomorrow's the last day of my first summer class. I didn't perform as well as I would have liked, but I learned so much I don't care if I get a B. I've realized I'm so comfortable in a communication class that I easily participate.

I know that there are still situations that inspire terror in me, but I'm finding my niche and that makes a difference.

I don't have a lot of challenges these days, which is why I haven't been updating regularly, but I plan to challenge myself more. Soon, I hope to post a link to my article in the alumni newsletter. My first official published writing. I'll keep working on something for pay and mainstream, though.

I Triple Dog Dare Ya!

I really like getting feedback here. So far, my thanks to Theresa for chiming in. I'm trying to think of how I can make this thing more interactive. I like the idea of challenges that push me past my boundaries. I'm thinking of soliciting requests - dares, if you will, to get me out there. It actually makes me a little sick to my stomach if I think about it too long. That's a good sign, right?

Silence the Censor

Seventeen days left . . . is that right? Whatever it is, it's coming up. I'm excited.

I found some writing inspiration today and now I'm almost done with the essay I have to turn in tomorrow. I'm happy about the way I've been been regarding my writing, too. I felt good about the story I'm writing; I was thinking it's actually turning out really well, but then the negative voice popped up for a moment to say it's really not so great. I told "evil Sarah" that she was wrong. I've been ignoring her ever since.

On an unrelated note, ever since I started doing crunches daily I've been having back pain. It's been interfering with my sleep. I don't think I'm pulling my neck, and I've recently been stretching more, but it's not getting any better. I'm hoping this is because I need to get used to it and over time the pain will just go away. I guess I'll see.

Let's Call It a Day

Class was canceled tonight because of weather. It's actually funny, the weather cleared up at around noon, but the school had already closed down and sent out the notice for complete cancellation. I wanted work to close but no luck there.

I need some writing inspiration. I have to sit down at the computer during spring break next week and get some writing down. I'm not really feeling very good about my work these days. I'm trying to stick with this blog every day, even though there isn't always anxiety-related stuff to write about. I don't want to skip a day in case I stop updating.