An Update on Me

A friend of mine recently challenged me to participate in this 26 books to read this year challenge. Of course, I couldn't say no.

So, I'm not going to read the books in order, because that just seems way too simple. So I started off with reading a book I was supposed to read in school. This ended up being more of a bad choice than anything, because the book was slightly awful, but I had to read it anyway.

So my first book of the challenge is The Circle by Dave Eggers. Plot was okay, interesting ideas for sure and definitely gave me something to think about. But, as much as I hate to say this, the writing was somewhat lacking and definitely boring at some parts. But I didn't skim at all, and forced myself to stick through it and read the whole thing anyway.

I've also been writing a lot for classes and working on Equity again, and reading and reviewing a ton of poetry and basically just being surrounded by all things writing. I'm even back working as a mentor for a group of middle schoolers in this program called Word Play, which is all about trying to get them excited about writing. It's great.

Other than that, there isn't all that much to say. Sixteen hours of class, ten hours of work, however many hours of homework, and a lot of freezing cold wind and snow outside. Life is, well, it's life. I try to spend as much time as I can curled up with a blanket and tea in my room reading or writing instead of wandering out into the cold.

Write Write Write

What? Does this thing still exist?

I really haven't been gone that long. It's just that there have been so many time where I have every intention of looking at this and posting something... and then... life. Or distractions. Or laziness. Or food. Most often laziness, to be honest. Not actually life.

Despite what I attempt to trick you all into believing, life isn't all that exciting and demanding. But it is awesome; I'll give myself that much.

Writing in a Tree. Because, why not?

First big news, I was hired this week by my school's Publishing Initiative, which is this really neat thing that I don't exactly understand but sounds really cool. So my professor recommended me to the woman in charge of the Publishing Initiative and told her that I should be a writer for her. So I am going to write for their online magazine, which is pretty darn exciting. And it's, like, a job. Wow.

On the same hand, though, I've never written for a magazine. No idea what I'm doing. I'm totally going to play up on my professor's theory that different is better and this is going to be a like-no-other-totally-exciting-not-at-all-boring magazine and I'm just going to do my own thing and hope they like it, or at least don't hate it.

Also, I'm mentoring for kids in the middle school through a program called Word Play. The main goal is basically to get them super excited about reading and writing, which I can definitely do. "Hey, you guys are complaining about writing one page? Yeah, I wrote a novel in eight grade. But whatevs. A page is a lot."

What else? I'm also in a class called Literary Magazine, and we read submissions and decide whether or not to put them in this other magazine which is called Willard and Maple and is pretty cool. So I'm, like, an editor for that magazine as well.

And my Intro to Professional Writing Class is awesome, and our homework assignment for this week is to submit a project we've been working on to yet another magazine. Hm, I'm thinking my college really likes magazines.

Chai Tea, Music, Friend, Writing. Life is good.

Basically, life is crazy as a writing, so exciting. I can see myself moving forward. Like, this is happening. I'm not just some crazy kid in my room writing novels that no body ever reads. I am a writer. I feel like a writer. I feel like I can do anything.