“I learned to write by writing. I tended to do anything as long as it felt like an adventure, and to stop when it felt like work, which meant that life did not feel like work.” -Neil Gaiman
Well, I survived surgery on the 11th. Other than a little here and there complications, it went well. A grapefruit sized cyst was removed from my fallopian tube, and that aspect is a lot more comfortable. Now I just need to finish healing from the surgery itself.
Something nice that came from being home resting for a little over a week, was a desire to write and a burst of creativity. The downside to this, though, was that I couldn’t really sit up to do much of anything without a lot of pain or feeling sick. But now that I can (somewhat) sit up, I’ve been writing. I haven’t worked on any specific project, so much as just let myself type and see what comes of the words. So far, I really like it. But soon I have to get back to more serious words.
As 2014 comes to a close next week, I’ve had my mind on 2015, and what I’d like to do with a whole new year. Above anything, I want to make it incredible. I want to move forward, to better things. Even though it scares me.
Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.
—Ray Bradbury
So, I’m making a list of all the things I’d like to work on next year. What I want to accomplish, where I’d like to be by this time next year, etc. Expect that Monday or Tuesday.
I know the number one thing on that list, though, is to get something published. Something big, something little. Anything. Anything but sitting here doing nothing. I don’t want to waste another moment saying that I want to be a writer. I AM a writer.
Alright, back to my words.
~Angel
Misadventures of a Misfit 