Monday, August 29, 2016

So Close so close so close so close

TWO HOURS to write a table of contents. Seriously!

I'm so close though, I might be finished polishing so soon.

Saturday, August 27, 2016


I haven't felt this young and daydreamy in a long time and I've got to stay this way. the fate of my future books depends on it.

Friday, August 26, 2016


I always tell myself that I will not edit on my lunch break at work because it's waaaaayyyy more trouble to merge drafts when i get home than it is to just come home and edit. Like, I literally spend more time merging the drafts than I spend editing on my break. So it doesn't logically make sense to edit on break.

But I always do it anyway. It makes me feel good to be doing my TRUE life's work while I'm at my day job. Probably the same reason I drag the print-copy binder around with me everywhere. It just...feels good.

On page 134 out of 275. That's about half.

And I have my blank September calendar which I haven't started yet.

And a new fantasy adventure novel in the works.

1/4 = 69
1/3 = 92
1/2 = 138
2/3 = 184
3/4 = 207

It's going to be a very fun, creative weekend!

Thursday, August 25, 2016


I got back from a wicked awesome awesome awesome vacation last week, I've been super exhausted and mostly needing a lot of down time to myself. But...

My goal is to have my super-polished draft out to everyone by Labor Day. I can do this. I've totally got this!

And thank you to everyone who has given feedback, it's been super helpful and you are awesome awesome awesome!

Gotta go edit...

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

A Much-Needed Message to the Person I Invalidated Today

I invalidated you today. I didn't say it out loud to you, but I expressed to other people who were equally upset by your actions that I did not take your feelings seriously, and that I did not accept your choices. I knew what I was doing, and I invalidated you because I was angry with you.

But when I think about it, this isn't about you. If I really step back, I can see that it's not your actions that upset me. It's that I didn't feel entitled to take those actions myself.

I don't invalidate your long commute. I don't. Your commute sucks, and the fact that my commute was worse doesn't make yours suck any less. And you have a right to complain about it all you want. What hurts me is that I *didn't* get to complain about mine. What hurts me is that when I was running late, I was scared. I was mortified. I was shaking and ready to throw up in the car because I was afraid I'd be fired. And you come in late every day and act as if it's okay because you have the long commute. So I was mad at you. So I invalidated you. So I told everyone that my commute was a million times worse than yours and I did it. And I feel bad about that. But at the same time, I don't feel bad. It wasn't about you. It was about me. It was about me never getting the attention or sympathy or validation that you're comfortable demanding about your commute, that I never was. So I'm getting it now, by invalidating you, when I never got it before. In truth, it's not about you. I would never want to live in a world where people like you have to suck it up and deal. I'm angry because you demand validation in a way that I never did in when I was in your situation. And I wish I had.

And when you made a choice to demand exactly what you wanted, what you wouldn't settle for, and walk away when you didn't get what you wanted. And when I was in your shoes, I didn't feel so entitled. I wish I had, but I didn't. And that's why I was angry at you today. That's why I said good riddance. That's why I didn't feel bad for you not being able to stay in an unacceptable situation. Because it was unacceptable to me as well, but I did stay. And I'm not saying I'm a better person than you because I stayed - I'm angry at you because I wish I were more like you. I wish I felt as entitled as you did to demand exactly what I wanted and be out the door when I didn't get it. It's not about you. For the record, I don't think you should have sucked it up it taken what was unacceptable to you. I don't. I'm angry because when I was in your position, I didn't feel like I had a choice. I felt trapped. I was walking on eggshells and my quality of life sucked and I didn't feel that I had the grounds to demand what I wanted. I'm angry because seeing your actions - your day-to-day lateness that we're all supposed to accept because of your commute, your laid-back attitude during a time when people like myself would be in good-impression, walking-on-eggshells mode, and your choice to insist on exactly what you wanted or else you'd be gone - I'm reminded of the hell that I went through when I was in your position, and I'm reminded that I didn't have to do what I did. I could have demanded sympathy. I could have acted more like myself from the start. I could have stated what was acceptable and unacceptable to me, and not accepted anything less. But I didn't. I instead went through hell.

And perhaps it felt good to believe that I didn't have a choice in the matter. Perhaps I didn't want to think back and realize that I had choices, that I could have said no. And seeing you do those things that I wish I had done, seeing you make those choices that I wish I had made - or at least felt I had the option to make - it makes me angry. And I think my instinct was to invalidate your feelings and your choices and your attitude and your entitlement because you forced me to reflect on my own choices and realize that I'm not that really that demanding, entitled person that I want to be, that I did accept the unacceptable, and I didn't have to. I could have been like you. And that's what makes me angry at you - you're a reminder of everything that I could be and everything that I could have done. And I will probably still feel angry at you when we talk about this again tomorrow. And the next day. And however long it is before I never see you again.

But for the record, your choices are valid.

And when I start fresh, I'll try to be more like you.

Thanks for helping me understand one of the roots of invalidation.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Newly Polished

One of the reasons that I know I'm never going to grow up is that I never invalidate my younger self. I never look back and think, "Wow, why was I so upset over that?" "What was I so worried about?" "I can't believe I reacted that way!" "I was so silly back then!" Never. I see a lot of adults bonding over the silly mistakes they made when they were younger, and I can't bond with them because I don't look back and think that anything was silly. I've seen other bloggers say that they can't believe what they wrote five years ago and they hope no one ever reads it, and I don't feel that way about any of my writing. I mean, I feel that way about some of my much younger writing, but it's more about the writing style and quality, rather than thinking that the point I was trying to make was a silly one.

There are some things I feel bad about. When I was in high school, for instance, I was one of those happy-all-the-time people who went around acting as if happiness was your own choice and that high school was objectively awesome and that my classmates who were much less privileged than I was needed to just choose to enjoy high school for the awesome experience that it was. This was bad, and I feel like a jerk for acting that way. (I did this because I came from a very strict K-8 school, and public high school was a dream come true for me. I'd never found anyplace else that I belonged like I did in high school). And if that weren't bad enough, I was working on this personal essay called "The Truth about High School," which was going to be all about how much fun high school was and how all the bad things people said about high school were just rumors to scare you. Now, there would have been nothing wrong if I had just wanted to write a story about my own high school experience, but in this essay, I was basically speaking about my personal high school experience as an objective truth, and I was hoping to get this essay published. Looking back now, I'm very grateful that I never finished the essay and never showed it to any friends. That unfinished essay is one of the few things that is in that pile of things I wrote when I was younger that I would never want anyone to see.

The essay was wrong because it treated my own experience as universal, invalidated the feelings of people who didn't have the good high school experience that I did, and it put the blame on people for their own unhappiness in high school, regardless of what was going on in their lives. I would never say that any of those things are okay now. But here's the thing: none of that stuff was the intention of my essay. My intention was not even to make everyone be happy all the time. See, when I was at my K-8 school, our teachers always tried to scare us about what life would be like in the future. Since it was a Catholic school, our teachers often referred to public schools as scary places where we wouldn't survive, which is not only offensive to everyone in public schools, but it was hurtful to those of us who belong in public schools. I seriously considered continuing Catholic school for high school because of the way everyone talked about public schools, which would have sucked. But beyond that, everyone had this attitude that you had to suck it up and deal now because everything was just going to get worse later on. (Note: If someone is telling you that they're not okay and you tell them that things will only get worse later on, you are flat-out encouraging them to kill themself. Remember that.) And my desire to tell the whole world how awesome high school was was my desire to fight against the notion that things only get worse! The purpose of my essay was to raise a generation of kids who wouldn't be scared of the future, who would know that things could get better, and who could never get "scared straight" into behaving because in high school you have way more freedom to do what you want than the younger grades anyway. (At least I did, going from Catholic school to public school. I don't know if that's true for everyone). "The Truth about High School" felt like a secret that adults were trying to keep from kids, as a way of getting them to behave, and I was going to reveal the secret. That's what it was about. I know the essay itself would have been super invalidating, and I don't agree with that at all, but if you peel away the execution of the idea down to the core purpose, it's still something that I agree with. It's still something that I'm fighting for. I'm just using a different approach.

Remember this poem? The part about A+B=C was the same core point I was trying to discuss in "The Truth about High School." It's a little weird that the core of an essay on life being awesome can be the same core of a suicide poem, but it is the same core. Just a different approach.

When I think about how I felt in high school, I'm in a similar situation now. College was a nightmare and I was told that things would never get better, and now things are better. But I understand that things aren't better for everyone. I understand that the best way to address the problem that people told me things would never get better is not to write an essay to reveal the secret that having a job is actually way better than being in school and nowhere near as bad as everyone made it out to be when we were in school. Because a lot of jobs are that bad, a lot of people aren't in a good situation at my age, and everyone doesn't necessarily have a better life out of school than they did when they were in school. So what did I do about it? I wrote a section about this issue in my validate book, addressing the issue directly. I didn't say, "Everything gets better in high school/post college" or anything like that. I explained why it's not okay to tell people that everything is going to get worse. And at the end of the book, I did reveal a "secret" about the "real world" - that you are part of the real world and you can help make it the kind of real world that you want to be in.

My point here is that even though I disagree with "The Truth about High School," because of the invalidation, I know where I was going with it. I understand what I was trying to do, and I still agree with that intention. I still fully support that intention. I may look back and think that I can't believe what I was doing with the essay, but I don't make fun of the point. I'm still addressing that point, and I will probably always be addressing that point in various ways, in various writing pieces throughout my life.

The validation book began as a list. I went through my entire blog starting with June 2010 (four years' worth of stuff at the time, as I started in August 2014) and listed all of the concepts I wanted to address. Some sections were copied and pasted from my blog, and smoothed out later on. So, even though I'll be closer to thirty when my books get published, most of the stuff in it was written when I was in my early twenties. I say that because people look back and think, "I was so young and stupid in my early twenties and what was I thinking?" but I don't feel that way at all. I practically wrote this whole book in my early twenties. The polish is new, but the core has been there for a long time.

As I was going through my old blog posts, I skipped over The Unencrypted Truth because it's been so long that I didn't want to bring up those memories again and end up feeling bad. I thought the risk of feeling too bad to continue writing was greater than whatever I might gain from reading it. Sometime just before I sent out the first draft to everyone, I decided that I had to skim through The Unencrypted Truth to see if there was some really important issue that I would later regret leaving out of the book. So I skimmed it. And you know what I found? Everything had been addressed. I did not reference this essay at all while writing my book, and yet everything in the essay got addressed in the book. And I recently reread my apartment community guidelines and found that those are also all addressed. And that dreaded essay, "The Truth about High School," the essay that I first outlined when I was fourteen and now look back and say, "What was I thinking?" The point of that essay also made into the book. And I'm willing to bet that if I could somehow go back and remember every issue I talked about when I was younger, everything that I wanted to do something about, I think about 90% of everything would be addressed in the book.

I will never grow up because I will never invalidate my younger self, and when you buy my book, you are supporting me never growing up. Because all of the concepts, in truth, are things that mattered when I was younger, things I've kicked and screamed about my whole life. The core has always been there. It's only the polish that's new.