Expectations
I have been so much better in the past about keeping a regular blog schedule. At least two posts a week, like clockwork. But here I am, on the brink of a new semester, and it has been almost a month since I last wrote for A Very Lucky Girl. I haven't stopped writing. I still journal regularly. I have written and rewritten essays for the Fulbright application. I write emails daily. I still find myself when I arrange words into coherent sentences, art in strings of black and white. I started to blog about my Florida trip and began constructing a back to school post in my head. But neither one seemed to grow me as a writer. I don't see the point of A Very Lucky Girl if I'm not challenging myself. Someone asked me yesterday if I ever wrote stories. Fiction. I had to say no. I've never even touched the genre with my own words. I devour it when I read, it's my favorite type of book, aside from the travel memoir, which is rapidly escalating in my word-hungry eyes.