Word count: 1,329
So... admittedly, I'm not technically an author. But I figure everyone great starts somewhere. And if they get an "about the author" section, why shouldn't I? I mean, hell... I'm the one blogging about all this after all.
Yesterday I gave you the rundown of the plot of this blog. 50K, 30 days, a 9 year project/novel that needs writing. Period. No exceptions. Now I figure it's time to introduce you to me. Assuming you don't already know me.
In other words, this post is an insight about how desperate I am for other people to give a flying rat's ass about me and my struggle for literary fame.
Where to start? I'm 24. I graduated college in May of 2009 under the assumption that I would now go live my adult life outside the safety of graduate school. My goal, not so shockingly, was to spend my time writing. Writing this very novel, in fact. If nothing else, I have to give my current situation a +4 to irony and symmetry.
I've been writing since I could form a sentence. And my love for it came not only from the enjoyment I found, but also from the fact that it garnered me the first positive attention I ever received in grade school. From the students, that is. For the most part, I was a teacher's pet. My horrendous overbite allowed me to develop a personality. The overbite has since been fixed--I now no longer resemble a crocodile. The personality, however, is still as volatile as ever.
So given all this, irony gets another +4 as I work in a dental office. I went to school for writing and English (as in literature, not necessarily linguistics)... and I work in a dental office. The "wtf?" part of this has not escaped me. Though perhaps it has something to do with the lingering trauma of being a tooth-impaired social reject the majority of my youth.
My job, however, is actually quite enjoyable. I get a lot of respect and appreciation; and, as time goes on, my co-workers get to know more and more about me and become marginally invested in my life. I would even go so far as to say I've made friends. I've only lived in Kansas since March, having originally moved from southern Missouri to Kansas City. So friends, thus far, have been hard to come by. Or at least, friends I didn't meet through my current significant other.
I work as a hygiene assistant; meaning, I clean rooms between patients, sterilize instruments, and generally do whatever the hygienists need. In all honesty, I'm happy to do this because the five of them are possibly the most grateful people I've ever met. I'm honestly starting to believe they fear the day I have to move on to bigger things, even if they're cheering me on the whole way there. And yes, I have been fortunate enough to actually assist the dentist a time or two. Despite assisting through and extraction of a molar, I still don't have any horror stories yet to speak of.
I'm about $25K in debt, and I'm running out of forbearance time on my loans. Maybe that's why I've decided to get my ass in gear. Prayer's of literary recognition and possible movie deal seem, at this point, to be my only way out with food in my fridge.
I'm sarcastic and I take things too far most of the time. As in, yes that was funny but why are you still talking? Short explanations are not my forte. I'm a compulsive editor. Seriously... I've been editing this blog post pretty much all the way through. I'm not joking. And truthfully, I'm still not satisfied with it or sure that anyone beyond my mother would still be reading at this point. My best friend and co-author, when listening to the voicemails I leave her, often pulls the phone away from her ear until I get to the end. You know, the point of the message that's most likely the important one. Because she knows the rest of it is most likely me just going on about god knows what. In other words, this is the part she would also be skipping, despite her immense love for me.
I'm sure there's more I could say about myself. Hell, I know there is. I'm great at talking about me. It's my best subject. But you'll start to get more of me as this month goes by. I will make an attempt to post every night, even if it's nothing more than word count and what I ate for dinner.
Unfortunately, as supportive as my hygienists are, they still expect me there at 8:00 tomorrow. I've written over 1,300 words in three hours. It's the most writing I've done in at least a year. Despite being about 350 under word count, for the first "all nighter" in a long time... I consider it a success.
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