6:00 AM Nina S. Gooden 0 Comments

    Goals for today:

  • Do Day 2 of my abs/squat Challenge.
  • Write for at least 2 hours or 5k words, whichever comes first.
  • Figure out how to put my D&D character on my phone (hardcore level 15 Wizard, y'all)!
  • ...make French fries. Don't judge me, I can eat what I want!
  • Also, eat nothing that I'm allergic to...we'll see how that one goes. I'm allergic to everything.


Goals for the day!

2:26 PM Nina S. Gooden 0 Comments

  Getting back into the swing of things once you've been out of the game is challenging. In light of all the changes my life has taken in the last couple of months, I haven't been keeping up with my physical and professional goals. In fact, I haven't written more than 100 words since I moved to Akron.

  This is, naturally, woefully unacceptable. I need to get myself back in gear! So, that's exactly what I'm going to do. Today is actually almost over...so I think what I'm going to do is schedule these blog posts the day before, so I can compare them after it's all said and done.

   My goals for the day are pretty simple:
  • Do Day 1 of the horrible ab/squat challenge I've decided to kill myself with.
  • Email at least one of the agents I'm looking at.
  • Write for at least an hour.
    Easy peasy, right? ...well, I've only crossed off one thing on that list thus far, but dagnabit, I'm getting them all in. Yeees. I'm going to write my post for tomorrow and get to work on those crunches. My abs are already burning.


I can't sleep, so my mind wanders.

9:48 PM Nina S. Gooden 0 Comments

I am now convinced that closure is a lie. A pretty fabrication created by authors and TV shows to make us, the viewers, comfortable enough with the seemingly short-lived directions our favorite characters go in. I don't think you get over heartache and disappointment. At least not in the way we're led to believe.

I think those pains attach themselves to us. They become a part of who we are. And if we're a little less trusting and a little more fragile because of those attachmen....well, perhaps that hurt and despair is just the stretch marks of our psyches. They fade, they make us sad when we look too closely...but they're there to stay.