Spring Break

Today is officially my first day of spring break. Not including today, I still have eight more days to sit on my ass and do nothing though I would prefer to make this a working holiday as I will do my best to write another 10-15k. I post this here because it would be nice to be accountable. I would hope that some of you would like to actually read something I've written some day rather than actually hear my prattle on with it.

Also in other news, I got a pair of boots from Cavenders. They weren't the cheapest I could get but they also weren't the most expensive. I can only hope that I can keep them in good condition and that they don't have to be resoled for a long time. I had been getting all twitchy about not having a good pair of boots that actually fit so when I was driving back home today and I had to stop when I passed by the store. I am so weak, but I haven't ordered custom dresses from www.eshakti.com .... yet. In any case it was a rainy day so I dipped into my fund, but I had fun.

How's the wrting going?

Most people have been asking me this especially my librarian who loves what I've written so far and wants to read more. I hit a space of two weeks last summer where I wrote 30k, but I haven't written much of anything since except a few book starters I know are going to be really good once I get into them. I think my problem is that I'm horribly overscheduled. I work full time as a teacher and then I take classes at night.

What I've been working on and adding more story here and then is a young adult urban fantasy that centers around two young people and the friends they meet along the way. Yes, one is a boy and the other is a girl. Quelle suprise. So what if you discovered that your world wasn't what you thought it was? What if the color of your skin wasn't the true barrier in life so much as what you were. If you were human but more than human all the same, how would your world change?

I usually write IR fiction because it's what appeals to me. I want to write an intelligent story where the heroine is strong but needs other people. I want to write a hero who isn't always the knight in shining armor. Most of all I just want to write.

Escaped but not really.

First, I have my own apartment. I have, as a result become more sane than I have been in a very long time.

It is blissfully quiet here and I don't have cable. It gives me time to read or do my homework mostly. I don't have issues with my mother who made me wonder from time to time if I wasn't wrong about her being a Narcissist with a capital N. Being able to step back gives me perspective I haven't had before. When I don't live with her she is nicer to me and it allows me to be objective about the things she says rather than being subjective about what she says. Let me give a few examples:

1. There is contant "I" talk. People are always doing things to her rather than doing things for themselves. Those things they do just happen to affect her.

2. God has also given her a cross to bear apparently. My brother is suffering from mental illness. I should think the person carrying the biggest cross is him. I don't know what really happened the other night but my brother overheard her make some flippant comment about white women. Yes it was inappropriate, but as much as I hate the stupid nasty things she says about nonblack people, she can say them in her own home. Usually when she says such things I walk away or find something to drown her out to let her know she doesn't have my attention anymore. She says that my brother got angry and in her face and she thought he was going to be violent. Apparently she became so afraid that she ran out of the house and he promptly locked her out. She called me from her phone in tears and I rushed over. By the time I got there, the police had arrived and were talking to my brother who was talking utter nonsense saying he coudn't get anything in life because my mother was racist. They ended up sending him to his room and we took all the knives out of the kitchen and hid them. I put the lock from what was formerly my room on my mother's door and gave her the key. Then I sat down and asked how she was doing and this was what she said, "I don't know if I could deal with it if the police shot my son. I could live with it if I did it, but not if they did it. I should get a gun."

I don't need any evidence of what my mother is anymore. It just makes me sad.