Summer has officially begun. For me at least.
The life of a starving adjunct professor (click here to read more about my professional life, you know you want to) dictates that I shall bust my ass for four months straight, then have a solid three months off without pay as reward.
Since I’m about to have a lot of free time on my hand, I’ve decided that I’m going to make every minute of my summer count for something. How else can I justify unemployment? If I don’t make the most of my “free” time, I’d just end up an emotional train wreck questioning my sanity and having multiple existential crises per day.
(Even though I’m not kidding.)
As God and the readers of beautifulCHAOS are my witnesses, I shall make this summer count! Even if it kills me.
Why? Because I’m a survivor. I will survive. AND I WILL THRIVE!
My Summer Pledges
1.) I pledge to read one book per week.
Because to a writer, reading is like the foreplay before an intensely passionate love-making sesh. No seriously. Words from writers we admire fuel our libidos and help us broaden our horizons. Writers learn from other writers.
Sometimes, I liken reading to watching porn. It’s often tantalizing and mouth-watering, and we may pick up a trick or two along the way to incorporate into our own
sexy time writing; it’s for our imaginations and to get our brains working.
And if I’m going to begin this next project I have in mind, I’m going to need a lot of brain fuel…
2.) I pledge to start and finish the first book of my YA contemporary fantasy trilogy.
I’ve never written a fantasy epic before, and I won’t lie, I’m positively terrified about the prospect of doing so.
My imagination has always existed outside the realm of possibility, yet my writing has existed in a realistic, contemporary world. I’ve been itching to start this particular project for a few years now — every time I do, I hit a wall not long after I begin because I just couldn’t figure out the heart of the story, but now I think I’ve figured it out.
As a writer, I strive to challenge myself with each new project I begin, and with each novel I’ve completed (two as of writing this) I can see my growth. A fantasy epic is exactly what I need to open myself up this summer.
Though, I won’t lie, I fear for a certain level of embarrassment if it doesn’t end up working…
Though I guess I’ll never know until I try, and try I shall!
To be honest, the thought leaves me breathless. And isn’t that the whole point of writing?
3.) I pledge to lose 40 lbs.
[Talking to my reflection in the mirror]: I GET IT, OK: I’VE LET MY BODY GO. I’M AWARE. STOP JUDGING ME. YES, I SEE THOSE LOVE HANDLES, I’M NOT BLIND YOU DON’T HAVE TO SHOW THEM TO ME. FUCK YOU FOR NOT RESPECTING MY WISHES!
OMG, did I just make this post SUPER awkward?
ANYWAY. Yes. I pledge to lose weight. Because why not? I should be healthy. Plus, I have enough time on my hands to get super hot again.
LOOK OUT, MIRROR. I’M COMING FOR YOU.
4.) I pledge to have more family time.
I love quality family time. It’s food for the soul. I don’t get to see my family too much during the semester because my free time is never my own, and whatever time I do have is spent sleeping and eating bagels.
This summer I will soak in the splendor of my family.
Or something less creepy sounding.
5.) I pledge to spend more time with the friends that I wish I saw more often.
This past year has been difficult in terms of being able to see the friends that I hold most dear.
Basically, life sucks and so much extra, pointless, stupid crap gets in the way from day to day. I call shenanigans at that. It’s time to reconnect.
Isn’t that what summer is all about? I miss the days when my biggest responsibility was taking out the garbage for my mom or remembering to brush my teeth before the bus came to pick me up for school. I long for the carefree days of summers past. Maybe this year, I can recapture that. Isn’t that just as important as all the extraneous “real life” adult bullshit?
I think so.
BONUS: I pledge not to get myself into too much debt. I don’t really know how that’s possible because I won’t be making any real money until September, but I can try. I can live off of Ramen and air and tap water, right? RIGHT?!
OMG, I’M NOT GOING TO SURVIVE THIS, AM I?
Oh fuck. I think I just contradicted the whole point of this post.
This should be interesting…