#write2017

I’ve successfully sat down to write SIXTY days in a row! Slowly but surely writing my novel. The Scrivener App on my iPad makes such a difference, and the word tracker is both helpful and aesthetically pleasing. 

i am in a place that doesn’t exist anymore.  the violin sways in my ears as my eyes blink away tears. how can some place not exist anymore? how can someone not exist anymore?

this is also backdated. actually, i had about four paragraphs written out explaining of how much of a shit show yesterday was and it somehow deleted. it was so bad that it somehow is leaking back into this post. here’s what went wrong: 1. flight was delayed from 11:45PM to 12:15AM 2. middle seat to a bright yellow fleece wearing man who loved listening to disco music that i could here the entire time. 3. two of our three bags didn’t make it in. 4. car dead. 5. car dead again. 6. 124 dollars on new battery. 7. breathalyzer stopped working at the airport when trying to get our bags. 8. was on phone with help for 30 minutes. nothing happened. 9. anchorage office told me to go back to town and get a new piece. 10. had to find a ride now from airport to town. 11. had to find a new way back to airport from town. 12. new piece didn’t work. 13. had anchorage office say, “call j’s. they are dealing with you now. not to sound rude or anything”, whilst sounding rude. 14. had to pay for someone to come and fix it. 15. it’s not fixed. i still have to go in and fix it. 16. went to go pick up ollie. the people weren’t at the house. 17. went to pick up food. (hadn’t eaten since 9) - what we wanted wasn’t there. i was not looking forward to the long day of just sitting at my desk feeling like a zombie post red eye flight. but look! the day kept me fucking busy. come on 2017, prove me wrong. 

till next time.

the new year is here. what everyone has been waiting for. as if time wasn’t some thing we all created. as if the sharp corner in the seven compared to the easy swirl of the six will change it all. it won’t. not really. but we feel as if our mind will be refreshed, despite the aching headache we wake up with. (not me this year but it’s happened). more celebrities will die. trump will be president. the ocean will warm. we will kiss mouths we don’t know. the sun will rise each day. but who cares?! It’s mother fuckin’ two thousand seventeen. good riddance. even me. here i am. this is my resolution. to write everyday in 2017. i’m laughing at this. because we all know me.  maybe it’s not to write everyday but to feel more me than i’ve felt in ages. to BE ME. to feel that happiness i once was filled to the brim with.  because that’s all i’ll ever really be able to offer: me.  cheers to the new year.