Time to Fangirl

Greetings! Last Monday was the first day of the fall semester, and so far it has been successful. My professors are wonderful, and it seems like it will be a productive 3 months. This semester I am taking 4 classes: Sociology: Demography, Advanced Tech Writing, Tech Editing, and Creative Nonfiction Writing. So far, I am pleased with all my classes as well as their syllabi.
Now, on to the topic of this post. For my advanced tech writing course it is required that we conduct an interview of a professional within our field of choice. I would like to be an author one day, so I wanted to interview one. I, unfortunately, don't know many published authors, so I did not have anyone readily available to interview. However, I think I've mentioned before that my favorite author is Christopher Moore. He's wonderful.
So, out on a limb, just for kicks and giggles, I go to his official website where there is an option to e-mail him. So I do. I explain to him how I'm a student wanting to conduct an interview and would like to ask him a few questions. Christopher Moore is a pretty big deal in the world of fiction, so I assumed nothing would come out of it, I just thought it would be fun to try. BUT LOW AND BEHOLD, NOT AN HOUR LATER, he replies, and he says he would be happy to answer any questions I have for him via e-mail. (I did, in fact, offer to chat over Skype or face-to-face even though I have no idea where he lives, but to no avail.)
I start FREAKING out, because I am a HUGE fan of his work and have always wanted to meet/interact with him and now I'm getting to interview him, even if it is electronically. I'm psyched to say the least.

I have sent him my questions and I am eagerly waiting for his response. I will keep y'all updated. 😉

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HELP

Stressful day today. As you know, I am a poor college student living off peasant wages, and today I realized I need to come up with a substantial amount of money to pay for school, next months rent (at new apartment), pet deposit, and apparently a fine issued by apartment management because my dog "attacked" someone. My dog has never attacked anyone. She barks a lot, and greets strangers with much enthusiasm, but never attacks. I was not there for this event. My future new roommate was walking her without a leash. If anyone knows my dog they know to either A. use a leash so she doesn't run up to strangers, or B. make sure the coast is clear of anyone if you want to walk with her off-leash. They did not do this, now I must pay for it.

I don't know if I ever mentioned that I live in a literal shit hole. Every weekend there are hoodlums causing mayhem at the bar across the street and the cops always show up. I've heard gunshots, street fights, you name it. Someone even tried to break in to my apartment once. The inside of my apartment is not much better. I live with 2 dogs and 4 cats. I'm allergic to cats, and my roommate's dog enjoys shitting on my couch. So that's my life. I'm eager to move to this new place, I am not eager to pay a whole new set of deposits and fees. I wasn't expecting to pay these things, but here I am, going to Coinstar, and selling my clothes at Plato's Closet. Because that's how desperate I am. 

Please, do not take this post as looking for your sympathies or your pity. I am merely venting, and am sure all will work itself out in the end. Good day.

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Guess Who Has a Social Life?

Hey everyone! A lot has happened since my last post. I've actually gone out with friends every weekend for the past 2 weeks and I'm going out again tomorrow. AND I've made new friends. AND I went to the gym yesterday for the first time in a year. I went with my boyfriend, and we worked on our legs. So naturally, I'm in a lot of pain.
It all started when my best friend of 18 years asked me to go out to a bar with her a couple weeks ago. I hadn't seen this friend in over a year, so I was very excited to say the least. A couple nights after that we went out again because an old friend from high school (wow, that's weird to say) DJs at a local bar. So, whilst at this bar, we run into A LOT of people from high school. Normally, this would be an awkward experience, but there's something different about running in to someone at a bar rather than at Walmart or something. Could be that everyone's drunk. Anywho, we ran in to these two girls who I was kind of friends with in high school but not really. Nonetheless, we were all very excited to see each other, and ended up spending the whole night together and having a grand ol' time. I bet you're wondering, "When will this go wrong, Addison?" well, I will tell you.
Later that night, at 2 am, when all the bars are closing, I'm looking around for my best friend who I had come with that night, and who was also my ride home. I couldn't find her anywhere, but I also knew that she had a met a semi-attractive guy that night. Ah, Yes, I thought to myself, I have been ditched for a guy (Whose name I won't reveal but it's a character from Pokemon). So, I call my friend, and turns out she has gone to his apartment. Normally, I'd be mad, but I was with friends, and if I were alone she wouldn't have left me, so I let it slide. I did, however, have to get a ride from one of the girls from high school and was crammed in the backseat with 3 guys whom I had never met before.
Fast forward to me entering this guy's apartment, and I'm relieved because there was no evidence of non-consensual sex and they are just watching Rooster Teeth. We ended up sobering up there, and she drove me home. The end.

I know I look the same in this as I do in my avatar photo. I promise I have different clothes and hairstyles.

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90% Accurate

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Don't Laugh at My Writing Unless I'm Being Deliberately Funny

Okay, so I've been writing this book for awhile, and so far so good. Though, at one point I did have to go back and delete half of it and essentially start from scratch, but so far so good. As of right now, I am on the 3rd chapter, and it feels exciting. It's one thing to talk about being an author, but to actually start doing it... it's weird. I don't know if my book is really that good, the only other person who has read it is my mom. She said it was good, but it would be nice to have another person's opinion. The problem is, I'm pretty shy when it comes to sharing my work. It's not that I'm afraid of criticism. Being an English major, it's a requirement to welcome critiques with open arms, and other students are pretty ruthless. I'd much rather have a professor critique my work than other students. They can be downright cruel. I'm talking laughing at a story/poem that you spent a good deal of time on.
But I digress, I'm afraid to show other people because I really like what I've written so far. That is super rare for me, and probable a lot of other artists. So, if I show another person and they put it down, I'm scared that I won't like it anymore. I would just feel defeated.
Of course, if a book of mine happened to get published, I wouldn't expect everyone to like it. That's insanity. Everyone has their own taste. For example, a lot of people I know basically lived off Twilight when that was a thing. I, however, read the first chapter and decided it wasn't for me. Different taste.
But that's after my book gets published. Which is after I've learned all the important people like what I've written, so I don't have to care as much anymore. Up until then, I care a lot.

PS: This is a longer post, so I don't feel like going back and proofreading. Sorrie if their our typos.

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What a Day

WHAT a productive day. I went to school this morning, read a little bit, wrote a little bit, went to work, wrote some more, and now I'm blogging. I know it doesn't sound productive, but when you have a passion for writing and go months without doing so, it feels like a big accomplishment to be writing consistently again. And it's not even for school. I mean, some of it is for school, but most of it is for me. I also got a $20 tip at work today, so yay!

I started reading a new book today, which I'm also proud of myself for because I haven't done any recreational reading in awhile. I'm reading Neil deGrasse Tyson's Astrophysics for People in a Hurry, and so far so good. At first I thought it would be a dense read, and hard to get through, but I like it so far. It's very well written, and makes astrophysics seem almost understandable, so job well done Dr. Tyson. There's this one quote in there I really like, "We are stardust brought to life, then empowered by the universe to figure itself out⎯and we have only just begun." Beautiful.

I'm only one chapter in and I highly recommend this book. It's incredible. And for those of you who say I'm speaking too soon... I don't really care.

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POWER OUTAGE

HELLO. Today is a wonderful 100 degrees outside (feels like 108) and my apartment is experiencing a power outage due to everyone in the area feeling like they are entitled to however much electricity they want. My wonderful roommate feels it is acceptable to turn our AC down to 68 whenever there is zero weather stripping on our front door. Thus, our last bill was pricey. She has since learned her lesson (turning it up to 72 for a few hours of the day). Thankfully, I am not home today. But I bet you anything my wonderful roomie took advantage of me not being there, snickering to herself as she turns the thermostat down 4 notches lower. And now the whole neighborhood is experiencing a power outage.
But I kid, it was probably the sour old couple who lives in the building behind us. They seem like the type to soak up a lot of power. A "power trip," if you will.

PS: I love my roommate. She really is wonderful. I bear her no ill will.

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