I’ve missed you, blog!
I feel like it’s been an age since I last posted anything of substance—surprise, surprise, it has! I’ll be getting busier from here on out as I begin another chapter of my life, so the time I used to dedicate to writing anything fiction-related will unfortunately dwindle. I’ll try to make time for more personal updates at least, so this blog isn’t completely devoid of life. I apologize in advance if this blog becomes more of an online journal of sorts.
I took a spur-of-the-moment flight to go see Rise Against play earlier this month. Seeing Tim McIlrath and Zach Blair in person was pretty much the highlight of my year.
I finished the fourth and final book in my Heartstone series at the start of the year. It needs to be edited, and I still need to make the cover, but the hardest part—the draft—is done, and that’s gotta count for something. It turned out a lot shorter than any of the previous installments, in part because I think my writing has improved (I’ve always struggled with concision) and in another part because I packed so much into the third book that the fourth was just basically tying up all of the loose ends. Fiction writing is my number one hobby though, and I’m glad to say that I was actually able to stick to a series and finish it.
(I also maxed out my FF14 character because of my commitment to the grind, but most people probably don’t care about MMORPG stats.)
Maybe I should pick up another hobby? I’ve always wanted to learn an instrument, and the cello has always interested me.
I’m officially starting a PhD program on Tuesday after a welcome breakfast with my gem of an adviser. I’m glad I was placed under him. He’s been unendingly kind, and I know I’ll be able to learn a lot.
For the last two weeks, I’ve been suffering in math camp with my cohort, learning 3 to 4 semesters worth of algebra and calculus to get us up to speed with the quantitative sequence required by the program. I’m not a “numbers person,” so the entire ordeal felt very much like a hostage situation. Some of the older graduate students said that I’d look back at my time in math camp fondly—I didn’t know that word was synonymous with PTSD flashbacks.
I’m excited, but nervous about starting. Being in an MA program beforehand helped. The reading load is only a bit heavier and seminars are, for the most part, structured the same way. I hope I can meet the expectations others have of me though—and more importantly, the expectations I have for myself. I can’t express it well, but starting this program kind of feels like I’m saying goodbye to a lot of other things in my life, and I’m not quite sure how my mind will take it in the long-run. I’ll find out soon I suppose.
Last, but not least, I want to complain about how unreasonably hot it’s been lately. I got an unwelcome tan that I hope disappears soon. I dislike the cold, but I dislike the heat even more. I wish I could just stay holed up in my home as I have been over the last year and a half.
Until next time!