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Haven't had much to say lately. . . . As you ought to be able to surmise by the lack of posts, since we all know that I'm not lacking in time.

Been working on a story. That means I've been writing pieces of it, stuff that I doubt will ever actually go into it. I make up the best parts of my plots when I'm writing, not when I'm just thinking about it. Thus, in order to plan a book, I have to write the book. Doesn't work out so well when you're trying to actually get something down to stay, but it's fun all the same, which is the point for me.

I don't write for the hope of getting good enough to get published. (Or just popular enough. Take Twilight for an example. Bad writing = easy, easy, easy reading = totally popular with the teens.) I never thought that type of writing sold. It never made the cut with us. I'd say that I could write that well, but A) Where's the proof? and B) "Well?" Really? Writing as "well" as the Twilight series, like that's something to be proud of? I digress.

I read The Name of the Wind again. Felt like I could sit down and read it through as soon as I'd finished. If you take out the profanity, it's a good book. Good story, interesting characters (Bast is my favorite). There's so much to it. So much thought and time and effort. I don't have that kind of. . . dedication? Something. I want to read WarBreaker again. I really liked that book. Lightsong, or whatever his name was, was just great. And the sword. Can't think of it's name. . . . Actually, Lightsong is the only name I CAN remember. Hah. . . .

Going back out to CA in a little while - about three weeks. :) It's a long trip. Longest I've ever been on. People at home miss me. Funny, I don't remember them making half as big a deal out of it when I moved to school. . . . Maybe that's my memory, or the fact that it happened and was done. I didn't go, come back, go, come back, etc., etc.

People in CA want me to stay longer. They make comments (mostly the people at church who haven't seen me all week, hehe) "Didn't you just get here?" Sometimes, I feel like I'm in a video game trying to keep both sides of a scale even. Every time I boost one side, the other sinks. So I run to that one and push it up, only to find that doing so made the other one drop.

Conclusion? Popularity (or whatever this is) is difficult. Life is easier when no one cares if you're around. It's also more lonely. I'll take this and be happy. :)