I'm getting closer to my goal. I got my memoir piece back in class on Tuesday, and I got a 97. So close to that 100% but time is running out. I fear the semester will end before I reach my elusive perfection. But, it was still nice to see that number circled so brightly on my paper. It was also cathartic to write about my life. My professor was again encouraging me to publish in the non-fiction world, and I'm beginning to consider it more and more. At this point, I rule nothing out.
It has been a rough couple of weeks. My husband found out last Monday that come June 30th, he will be out of a job, and then later that week, I got a rejection email for a project I was very much interested in being a part of. I hate to admit that it all knocked me straight on my ass, and even the cuteness of my dear niece in her Easter dress couldn't eradicate my funk. I'm slowly coming back, but sometimes I feel like my brain will explode from one more piece of depressing news.
So, I soldier on, trying to stay focused and trying to be creative with a severely cluttered mind.