Tuesday, November 30, 2010

12:13 a.m.

We totally won the rivalry game. "Totally" probably isn't the right adverb, but basically, I'm so stoked we came out with some sort of victory. I know it was a bit undeserved, but I'm going to take it.

OK, now time for a late night post from this Scribe--

Dear Blog:

I always come to you in these late nights, looking for some sort of solace. But I know that if I just do my homework and study, I'll be much more at peace.

It isn't that I'm unhappy. Quite the opposite.

I'm crazy and life is moving at lightening speeds, but yet I don't feel like everyone else's is speeding up. It's just mine and I'm leaving things behind.

Oh my gosh I have this phonology assignment that I'm FINALLY doing. It's due in 9 hours. Exactly.

I just have to get out my feelings though, even if I'm not sure what they are. I am happy, and I'm upset that I'm not more sad about things that ought to bring me grief. I'm stressed, but not about things that ought to make me stressed, and things I should be freaking out over are suddenly so insignificant...

You know, for now I'm just going to blame it on my period.

That was easy.

Good night! Happy Phonology everyone!


Friday, November 26, 2010

So this is...

Hello world.

Here's the low-down.

I am dating this fantastic gentleman. And when I say fantastic, I mean FANTASTIC.

He is so good to me. He is so good for me. I spend less time moping about how much my life stinks -- because it doesn't--and more time just living and being content with life and love.

Every day he reminds me that I am beautiful, and he is a poet. He thinks it's cute how I'm a nerd. We are both nerdy wordy people, and we make a great team.

Yes world, I am in love.

OK, time to sleep...

The big game is tomorrow: UTAH vs. BYU. This is going to be wonderful.

Smiles, loves, and kisses from an extremely bubbly, giggly Meg.


Wednesday, November 24, 2010


And then

I let go.

The next breath I took

Filled my sails

Oh so deep and wide and white

Has it really been so long

Since I’ve taken

That element that is rightfully mine to take?

My face is read for blushing

And I am not a stone,

Because I am myself

And myself has just untangled

The webs,

And surmounted

That hill

Surrounded by clouds.

The damp wisps that hover

Are really just the leaves of my righting time

My pencil, pen and tear times

My wondering, waiting, hoping times

My how-do-you-know-you-just-know times

I exhale, so lightly

Because walking has taught me

That maybe it wasn’t myself

After all

Sunday, November 21, 2010

The Morning Comes Early

This is the cover for my novel. This is for you, DaSha! (One of the best cooks I know! If you EVER want a home cooked meal and a great time, she's your girl. She just knows how to bring people together.)

I know, it's a picture of me. But it just fits.

Everything has been fitting lately. Everything's been making sense, and I've stopped worrying and being lame and bitter.

Dear readers, my life just went up a few more notches of amazing.


I have a poem I have to write. If I wait too long it will disappear.
Good night.

-just little old me(g)

Wednesday, November 17, 2010


I started reading a new book.

A Farewell to Arms
by Ernest Hemingway

I guess you could say this means I am turning over a new leaf...

But don't read too much into this. :)

Or you can. If you're into that sort of thing.


Thursday, November 11, 2010

Life: A prime example of reality


I left my notebook in the choir room. It has my name on it, but still... No. No. No NaNoWriMo words today. I'm so far behind.

Today had so many ups and downs.

I found out that one of my friends from high school died on Tuesday. That actually didn't make me as sad as I thought it would though. Don't get me wrong, I still feel sad that he's gone, but he was sick for a long time and was in a lot of pain.

Heavenly Father loves us. We are his children and I'm thankful to know of his gospel.

Good night.


My Word Count is Steadily Ascending

Good morning!

It's exactly 12:27 a.m.

You know what that means:


Get ready to roll your eyes and bang your head against a palm tree, (or any type of foliage that might be nearby. I do not envy you if you live in Arizona. I hear cacti are beastly to bang up against.)

So despite taking 15 credit hours and working about 25 hours a week, I'm doing NaNoWriMo. That's National Novel Writing Month. It's absolutely crazy. I'm actually feeling quite nervous about not being able to finish, and I worry about my novel being absolute crap. I'm not worried about the homework I'm currently procrastinating.

But the pep talks and message of NaNoWriMo is to worry about quantity, not content. The point is to just get the words out there and you can fix it later. Although I'm trying to adopt that as my monthly mantra, I've found it to be quite difficult to stifle my inner editor.

I am an editor after all. First and foremost, before a writer. I am learning to be a linguist, and linguists do not write 1667 crappy words a day.

But I've taken to reminding myself that because I am an editor, I will be able to salvage the misshapen creature I'm creating. I trust myself to tighten up my word hoarding sentences and make my verbs more concise and my descriptions precise and relevant.

One issue I keep running into is that the verbosity I adopted to rack up my word count carries over into my every day writing. Which is not cool. I like to call myself the queen of concise. I'm notorious for editing a friend's paper and leaving it 100 words short of the word count requirement.

I'm mean. I know.

I do love my main character though. I think she's the only reason why I'm still writing. I took a different approach. I usually try to force my personality onto my MC, because I always assume that it will be easier to write about the person I know best.

Not the case. Caroline is completely the opposite of me, and I like writing about a girl that doesn't like to read or study, is easily distracted, has no patience. (Okay, maybe we do have some similar qualities.)

Caroline sees dead people. I call them dead people, but they're really not dead. It's more complicated than that, but I haven't found an accurate way of explaining it. Caroline's still trying to figure it out, so we'll be figuring it out together.

But I love the narrator even more. He's this omniscient figure, but he interjects with his own commentary and feels sympathy for Caroline. He's in love with her.

And that's where it gets weird. But I'm learning a lot. I love my book, even if I want to hate it.

OK. Now it's 12:41 a.m. I've wasted sufficient time telling you about my uber boring life as a writer.

You deserve a Merit Badge or something.


Monday, November 8, 2010

My Novel has a title, and I am soaking wet.

Despues este escribiendo, tengo un exam del Espanol.
Estoy lluviosa. Muy lluvios, y no tengo un paragua. Soy triste.


You're probably wondering how NaNoWriMo is going. Well I'm at 9536 and I have a title.

"The Morning Comes Early."

I don't know exactly what it means, or why it fits my novel, but it somehow does.
I'm in desperate need for character names. Like seriously, anything. Leave your suggestions below.

Now I'm going to battle the sea that's falling down all around us. Wish me luck. My umbrella broke. :(