Yes, I am a ditz. I am the Queen of Ditz. You want to know why? So this morning I wake up, shower, get dressed, and my feet are cold so I slip on my slippers. I then proceed to finish my morning with a delicious bagel, a quick puppy and kitten cuddle, and then proceeded to run to my carpool because, me the non-driving almost seventeen year old, was running late. Aside from the fact that I woke up even earlier today. Then once I was in the car, I realized I'd forgotten my cell phone, so I got out and ran back to my house, only to open the front door (I'm not even three steps into the house at this point) and realize it is in my pocket. Then as I bail out of the car, late, only to realize as my bestie and I are walking into school, that I'm still wearing my slippers. Yes, I'm a ditz.
Of course this is just one of the many incidents that have involved me making a fool of myself, or being ditzy(hmm...is that spelt right? Is it even a word?...), but this leads into my other story, related to writing. Promise. So I just thought you all should know, I am a clumsy ditz.
Onto how this ties into my passion. So because if my steep, steep goal, I decided to brave the world of outlining. Now anyone who knows me knows I don't like to outline, because well to quote something I said to Sara "Outlining, *shudder*. I've tried to outline Sara I have, at your advice, and it so works, but I love the craziness of an un-plotted first draft, like adventure on a bus being driven by someone who escaped a psych ward. I always think I can just go back and map it out later. Like Columbus, not my favorite explorer but you get my point, or Lewis and Clark. Whats the fun if you know exactly where the road bends? On another note I love your PS and have to say that I can vividly picture you with your writing map!" So I love diving in without knowing whats going on, live for it even. But I decided that I had to finish this WIP soon. And outlining was my only choice.
So I called upon Kathryn, you know the girl who said "True love is eating your boyfriends face when he dies because you're a zombie." You know, her my awesome English buddy. AKA the girl I pass notes to in English class because we're bored and distracted. She is awesome. So I asked her to help me outline my piece, because she and I think alike. Then, and I should have known this was going to happen. My ditzy me got sidetracked and lost her attention span and wasn't able to focus or write or anything. Talk about a waste of a lunch period. Or at least a waste in the writing sense because the laughs were so worth it.
But yeah, I thought I should tell you that I am behind as far as my goal. Seriously guys prepare those punishment ideas, because I may need them. Anyhow I think I should tell you that Jade has interviewed me on her blog because I won her contest! Squee! So if you want to check it out. I'm off to outline. Ick.