classy people in classy places.

I had an orchestra rehearsal after school today, and I spent my time afterwards nomming on Chipotle and running around WalMart in a shopping cart. I feel accomplished, fat and happy, and ready to write.

Last night I sat down and did some seriously reevaluation of what was going on with my current writing processes. I went through all the word documents on my laptop and deleted the useless ones and duplicates, and started expanding something seriously. Then, my entire world flipped upside down. I am still unsure of things so I'm going to wait to post an explanation until I feel more like I'm standing on solid ground, but take my word for it that I would be stupid not to write a memoir now. My night got infinitely more interesting and dangerous and exhilarating and terrifying in the span of roughly 2.8 seconds. I will let you know in a couple of posts once I'm for sure about a few more things.

I'm still, however, going to work on what I began expanding last night, because I do think it has potential, plus I have serious inhibitions about allowing the first thing I publish to be a memoir. I mean seriously? Way to scream pompous at those wandering the bookshelves in Barnes & Nobles. I came up with a bunch of characters and started developing them last night. You know, there's something about finally giving a character a name that makes them really alive- it might turn them into someone you don't want them to be, but at least they're someone, you know? Names change everything.

I'm having a lot of trouble focusing right now and I should probably be working on my AP English 4 homework, but rest assured that I'll be back soon, and eventually you might get to hear about my ridiculously interesting life. The picture is a tribute to WalMart in all it's glory. Als, thank you for pushing the cart, and Jen, thanks you for taking the picture and capturing my true essence on film.

Stay classy, all you cool cats,

Loch.