It’s been a few months since I last posted. I hate that I’ve neglected my blog for so long, but life has a habit of getting in the way sometimes. I’m glad to be back!
Here’s what you missed:
- I wrote 14,010 words of my first novel. It was my first attempt at NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. Each November, thousands of writers across the globe are crazy enough to write 50,000 words of the same story in just thirty days — or die trying. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic, and obviously I didn’t make the official 50k word count this year. But you know what? That’s 14,010 words I’d never written before, and that feels like a win to me. After all, there’s always next year. You can learn more about this crazy writing challenge here.
- I got a dog. I’ve always been a big dog-lover, even though I haven’t had my own since childhood. I worked at a boarding kennel for about six months last year, and it taught me so much about our furry four-legged family members. In October, my grandma adopted a sweet Lab mix from the local animal shelter. We called her “Roxy.” She was eight months old and full of energy. She jumped on people, including my grandma, every chance she got. She wasn’t housebroken, and she hadn’t been taught any basic commands. Though my grandma had the best intentions, the truth is, she didn’t have the time, energy, or know-how to own and train a dog. Hence the story of how Roxy became my dog. She’s a handful — it’s like having a second toddler sometimes — but she’s learning really fast. She knows “come,” “sit,” and “lay down” now, and we’re currently working on “stay.” She’s not jumping nearly as much, and honestly, I think she’s a lot happier now. I’m a lot happier too. I’d been talking to my boyfriend for months about getting a puppy for Jayden to grow up with, but I’m really glad we ended up with a slightly older dog. Still young, but not a brand-new pup. She’s great with my two-year-old, and he loves her, of course.
- I’m in the (long, difficult, downright shitty) process of quitting smoking. I started smoking when I was sixteen, and my twenty-sixth birthday is in two weeks. I don’t want to smoke for an entire decade, so here I am trying to quit. I’ve made a few feeble attempts over the last few days, but I end up giving in by lunch time. I will say I’ve cut down drastically — I’m down to five or six cigarettes a day versus the full pack a day (or more) that I was smoking. Tomorrow is a new day, and I’ll be starting fresh. I’ll be sure to keep you guys updated, if I survive.
If you’ve got any quitting tips or just want to say hi, let me know in the comments!