After one nasty NaNoWriMo year where I got so much done that I felt compelled to spend the last few days writing 20,000 words to finish, I promised myself I wouldn't do that to myself again ( Read more... )

That's what I'm going to be doing in a few hours; I'll be working on seconds drafts until my hands hurt. I'm really excited. I've been putting the second drafting off for way too long, and I've noticed the first drafts have just kind of stagnated for a while. Hopefully this will help ( Read more... )

Being sick for the past few days has given me plenty of opportunities to productively waste my time ( Read more... )

After a harrowing month and a half of having absolutely no health insurance (and no way to pay the huge costs for my AEDs), I am pleased to report that I have been accepted into a program that will cover most of what I need.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that my next good news will be a full time job.

This upcoming birthday isn't all that special, but this post because of it seems obligatory.

In other news, my stomach hurts and Maggie's getting married tomorrow. Stomach, please stop hurting before the wedding.

That's what I am right now. It's the best thing I have to say. I'll start with the good news. I recently settled on a working title for the novel I've been writing. "Olivia's Untitled Story" is now known as "Once A Pawn." I thought it was cute. Now, to the rant ( Read more... )

Sometimes when I have a really bad day or week, I've been known to cry myself to sleep if my mom's not here to tuck me in, lean over my bed, and tell me, "Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite. Laila tov and I love you."

Yeah. This is one of those weeks.

A second chance! I don't have to feel bad about not writing a February entry now!

During any EEG, there's this little button called an event button that you can push if you feel like you're about to have a seizure, or if you realize that you just had one. I've been nicely trying to have seizures since Wednesday when I got hooked up, and am doing everything right, according to the epileptologist fellows (or whatever they call the ( Read more... )

I almost got out of checking into the hospital tomorrow morning with what might have been considered an Act of God (AKA a fluke snowstorm covering only the very small area of mountains where I was skiing the past few days.) In fact, we managed to get out when some cinders were placed on the road, before the promised six inches and 40 mph gusts of ( Read more... )