Something Happy

I'm sick of sitting at my computer crying at all hours of the night. I think after I'm done writing my book series, I'm going to write a memoir of sorts. Not necessarily just of my own. I guess it wouldn't be a memoir. I'm not sure what it would be exactly. Just a collection of stories about my family. That would be fun. That would make me laugh far more often than it would make me cry.

So I'm plugging away at my fifth book. I don't rightly know how far into it I am in relation to where the end is, but I know that I'm making headway. I wrote two chapters yesterday, I wrote another two today, and hopefully I can hammer out two more tomorrow. If I keep this up, there's a good chance I'll be done by the weekend of the 5th, which is my unofficial, "Holy crap, you're really going to try this?" deadline. My official "Holy crap, you're really going to try this?" is Graduation. But we'll see about that.

I need to design a magazine cover for my final in Graphic Design and I don't know what to do with it. The little blurbs meant for article stuff on the inside of the magazine are supposed to tell people about me. But I don't know what to write. At first I was just gonna do what everyone does: take a picture of myself and put it on the cover and pretend like one day I'll be semi-successful.

But then my prof saw a photo I had taken of my second book title page and said it was really interesting and he liked that direction. I don't know what to do with it because I was just playing around for kicks.

I've never been good at talking about myself. This blog is the closest I've ever come and mostly I treat it like an online journal. I know few people read it so I never really feel like I'm actually talking about myself. I just come on here and write about my day or my week or whatever. No one actually reads it. Which is fine by me. It gives me something to do when I need to take a break from crying.

Now though, I need to talk about myself and sound assertive, but not egotistical. I need to sound assured, but not cocky. I need to tell people about myself while titling the make believe magazine "The Writing Corner". What else would a magazine by writers, for writers talk about but writing? Reality and a project very rarely co-mingle, and I'm seeing why.

Oh well. I'll figure something out. I've got a few hours tomorrow blocked out for messing around in the computer lab. Maybe I'll be semi-successful.

Happy writing!

Currently Writing: Revelation
Currently Reading: Still Eldest, by Christopher Paolini
Currently Listening to: "The Burning Bush" from The Prince of Egypt soundtrack