I'll keep this surprisingly short and sweet. It's been two months since my last post, and I apologize for whatever heartache I may have caused you as a result of my actions, or inactions. I have an excuse, though. Incredibly, unlike past summers, this summer has actually been very inspiring. So then what evil force in the universe has persuaded me to not post? Life.
My mother left to visit some family back home just over a month ago. Being the oldest girl, I was left with the responsibilities of feeding and cleaning my father and younger sister. It was time-consuming to say the least. I was in such a fit of rage at the prospect that I was expected to upkeep a happy home that I simply could not write. After two weeks of that, I went on a very inspiring and eye-opening trip to Mallorca, Spain. I won't say that it was great, because it wasn't (it lacked very basic things, which I will discuss in a post to come in the near future), but it wasn't bad either. I got wonderfully tan, saw my mom again, and was able to relieve a lot of the accumulated tension from the two weeks without my mom. Now, the vacation did however prove to be very inspiring. Something about Mallorca's dysfunctional-ity brought me to life, and aided tremendously in alleviating my long-lasting writer's block.
"Wow, Nat! You don't have writer's block anymore! So then why the hell aren't you posting and giving me something to do with my time?"
Well dear reader, I am not posting, but that does not mean that I am not writing. In fact, I am writing quite a bit. Everyday, I wake up and I write and I write and I write, sometimes for hours on end. Part of me contemplates seeing my friends, who I haven't seen since my summer break started, but another, more prevailing part of me doesn't care. That's right, I pick hanging out with words over hanging out with humans. Really, I should go out. Not necessarily to waste my days in a haze with my friends, but simply for some fresh air and vitamin D. I always complain about Vancouver's constant cover of clouds, but when the sun rays finally pierce Vancouver's clouds, I am inside. How ironic.
"Okay, so what's this incredible thing that you prevents you from doing anything that a normal child would be doing during their summer break?"
Woah, the questions you ask are so relevant and good; it's almost as if I were the one posing them to myself…
Well, I have decided to write a novel. Yes, a novel. I am writing fast, and with each passing day, the story is changing. It's excellent; I'm very happy with the way things are shaping up.
"Please, please, please let me read your novel!"
No can do, dear reader. I actually have very high hopes and aspirations for this piece of writing, and I would like to see what people think of it once it's fully completed. Until then, I will post half-regularily on this blog, but will dedicate most of myself to the novel.
I tried writing a novel before and I, like most things, didn't finish it. I am determined to finish it this time. Hey, who knows, maybe one fine day you will be physically walking through your local Chapters or Barnes and Noble, or virtually walking through the Kindle store, and picking up none other than the New York Times Bestseller by Nat Mico. I am allowed to dream, right?
