Soooooo I bet you’re wondering how I did on my Social Studies exam?!
Well… I needed 237 to pass.
I got 237!
I know right?! Not bad for someone who has a modern history degree with a European focus and passed a test with mostly Ancient and American focuses! I passed both English and History requirements to teach them! I’m stoked!
And with that- I finally submitted my Masters Application on time.
But Dino, I hear you thinking, If you finally got off your lazy butt and submitted your Masters application, why have you been so slack in updating us on your story?
Well, I have an answer. You know my redneck boyfriend I moved halfway around the world for, who I just moved in with? He had the audacity to go work on a ranch about three hours away, leaving me with his crazy cat Snowflake. A few weeks ago he comes back with news that he has been offered a dream job at the ranch… three hours away. Where he’d have to stay… six months out of the year.
So basically, he refuses to take it unless I go with him… three hours away. In the middle of nowhere. Literally, it’s like a desert, surrounded by wind farms. It’s crazy.
But, I love the guy. So for the past few weeks I’ve been busy writing, but at the same time discussing this big decision with him. If I do get into the Masters course, it won’t be too much of a big deal, going to school and getting school placements for practical work. It’s only a year, and that I can deal with. The main issue is getting a job in the future that I’d be able to fit into his six months there/six months here schedule.
Worst part is? Living at the ranch would be the perfect opportunity for me to write. Like, try and get something published. The HORROR! I’d actually have to finish something, which makes me want to hyperventilate at the thought.
Yeah, yeah I know! The opportunity to fulfill my dreams shouldn’t fill me with fear. But it does. Because I’m a scaredy cat like that.
So. Yeah. That’s why I’ve been so quiet lately. Life-changing decisions, and all.
TLDR: Adult stuff, ew.
Anyway- back to fun writing stuff!
Wild Eyes Word Count: 10,346
With my guy gone, I’ve been able to write a lot more… when that bloody cat isn’t in the way. This upcoming weekend has some crappy weather my way, so perfect for writing! *WOO!*
This chapter’s a fun one! I’ve been reading a lot for inspiration and am keen to get back into a simplistic writing style, but I feel like I’ve been low on my emotions lately… trying to get back into some heart-racing emotive tone.
With that, I feel I should stop rambling. Hopefully I’ll double my word count this weekend and be able to sort out the big scenes… they’re kind of daunting.
I’ll leave you today with this cute motivational otter. Thank you, Otter!