I need to make some changes, but I don’t know what that entails yet. I’m almost done with my novel, so I know I want to spend a lot more time with it. That means not only finishing it but working as hard as I can during the rewrite and making it the best it can be. I’m not expecting to write anything “literary,” far from it, but what I am expecting is to write a really well-written, well-told, and highly entertaining piece of fiction. If I can do that, then I’ll be happy. Once I finish this first draft, though, I do also want to start thinking about writing some short stories, simply to pad out my writing portfolio for when I apply to grad schools later this year. I also need to make a list of what grad schools to apply to and what their requirements are. I haven’t been putting too much focus on that these past few weeks, but I’m going to have to find the time this month. No excuses.
Another thing I have to think about is my workout. I finally finish my 200+ days of Insanity tomorrow with the last workout of my Insanity: the Asylum Vol. 1/Vol. 2 hybrid workout. I’m going to do a bit of pre-celebrating by going to the Avengers before working out. Once I come back and write, I will workout and make it official. On Monday, I’m planning to redo the Insanity Max: 30 workout, which feels like an appetizer compared to the past 60 days. The more I workout and the better I feel and look, the more I want to workout and the stronger I want to get. I don’t know how much Insanity Max: 30 will help me, but I know it won’t hurt. I need to figure out what workout comes next.
This is the first day of a new month. I turn 29 in less than two weeks, and I don’t know what I want to accomplish during the last year of my twenty’s. I know I want to get into a good grad school, but I’m yearning for something more than that yet I don’t know what that will be. I want something epic to happen and far from tragic. I’ve had too much tragedy lately that I need something good to happen to me this next year. Maybe I’ll have a great fire season, and I’ll fight many fires and make many friends. Maybe my novel will turn out better than I could have imagined, and I’ll get it published somewhere. Maybe I’ll start doing something I can’t even imagine yet — photography? — that’ll make me super happy and fulfilled. There are a million things that can happen between now and then, and all I hope for is that I’m healthy, strong, and happy. If I’m those three things, then I know I’ll die happy.
I’m thinking of taking my blog offline but continuing to write on my computer and not in my paper journal. I like this routine, but I don’t know if having a blog is a good idea, at least not with this type of content. That’s one more thing I’m going to have to figure out.