Writing

I read a book at Barnes and Noble today about habits of successful writers. I decided to actually start writing. I'm working on character descriptions and plot points now, and I'm just going to brainstorm plot and dialogue for a while. Even just while writing the character descriptions, I began to get flashes of ideas for the plot, so at least it's starting out well.

I don't want this book to be too autobiographical, but I'm afraid that it will be. I'm also afraid that when I let other people read it, they'll assume it's all true and I'll ruin my life. My primary concern is that I only want to work on this now to procrastinate working on my note. I know that's true, but I can't regret the fact that I'm finally writing. Writing something long-form is one of my life goals, so once I finish it, it's one more thing I can check off. Getting my J.D. is on the list too though, and I hope to actually have a career as a result, so I should probably prioritize correctly.

Tomorrow I'm just going to bake a lot of cookies and try to stay away from the shopping frenzy. Nothing brings out the worst in people like holiday shopping. I hate Christmas so much. I'm so happy it's almost here because then the worst time of the year will be over. Also, new year's eve will be coming, and that is one of my favorite holidays. It's pagan, you get to do awesome things like bang pots and pans, sweep your doorstep and shout at your neighbors, you get random group texts from your fake friends and people who have your cell phone number but think you are someone else, it's one more excuse to dress like a slut and make out with random guys, you get to eat guacamole, drink champagne, play compatibility and the jesus game, you wait in anticipation for Dick Clark to drop dead at midnight, the list can go on forever. What does Christmas have? Presents you don't like that people are forced to buy you out of obligation and a stupid baby in a manger. New Years is so much better! Fuck Christmas.