So... I have bronchitis. I went home for Thanksgiving, and this is what my family gave me.
I actually normally get bronchitis around this time of year. It's nothing new, and I've still been attending some of my classes despite of it. But I've stopped writing my novel. It's been four days now. No, scratch that, five. You see, when I finished NaNoWriMo a day early, and I was sick, I told myself I would take a break. Then I was feeling even more sick. Then I was back at school.
No writing has been accomplished this week. The guilt is finally starting to set in, so I think I'll get back at it tomorrow... somewhere between writing my Film History essay and my newest addiction. DuoLingo.
Like seriously, it's the bestest thing. It's an app you can get for iPhone, free. If you keep at it, every day, for three months straight, you can learn an entire language. It's fantastic. It's like a game, only you're learning. I've started with Italian, because I'm hoping to get into this summer's Screenwriting in Rome study abroad program. I'm already at level 5, and I only started yesterday!
So yeah. I need to get myself back on track. I need to stop procrastinating, or I'll never get this thing finished. Honestly, I'm almost done. I've nearly worked myself up to the climax. I'm right on the threshold of it. You'd think I'd be totally pumped. I'm at a really sweet spot. But... Italian. And... Netflix. Eh.
Io scrive libri. So that's what I'm going to do.
