I’ve been a little MIA the past week (sorry!) because I’ve been busybusybusy trying to get my life sorted out. Thanks for your patience.
On the travel front, I’ve been packing (badly) for an upcoming trip to Bermuda! If I’m being perfectly honest, as much as I love doing the laid-back island vacation thing, I’m actually a bit stressed about this one. And believe me, I know it’s wrong to complain about spending a week lounging on pink-sand beaches. I get it. I do.
But there’s this little thing called the Bermuda Triangle that I am not too keen on experiencing!!! Now would be a very inconvenient time for my plane to go missing, because I’ve got a lot of half-baked plans in the works, and these days I’m actually pretty stoked about not dying.
In addition to tearing the entire house apart to find all the stuff I want to take with me on my trip (is this a normal part of packing for other people?), I’ve been writingwritingwriting. As you (maybe) know, I do a fair bit of fiction writing.
I’ve been kicking it into overdrive as of late, hoping to scrape a manuscript together. For the sake of trying to get my stories published, it makes good sense to write more stories (duh), but I’ve also got an ulterior motive:
I’m applying to grad school!
Admittedly, I’m pretty scared of jinxing the whole thing, so I don’t want to share too much just yet. Still, I promise I’ll keep you updated on the process! I’m just beyond ecstatic at the prospect of being dedicated to my studies again. I’ve been missing the intellectual challenge (I know how pretentious that sounds, but I mean it) and I miss spending time with like-minded people.
So, I’m assembling a fiction manuscript for my grad school application, and I’m scrambling around for letters of recommendation, and I’m terribly stressed and terribly, terribly happy. It’s just a liiiiittle overwhelming right now, because I’ve got this Bermuda trip coming up (poor me!) and I work full time, so I’ve been doing extra work to get ahead before I go on my trip.
Basically, I’ve got 30 hours to get my suitcase packed and get my work done and pull all my hair out and not sleep. But then I’ll be sittin’ pretty on a pink beach sippin’ Rum Swizzles.
Or, more likely, I’ll be sleeping on a beach towel getting a sunburn.