I call it that. It was really me and my mom going to WalMart for, well, orange juice and stuff.
Yep.
Top: Forever 21 | Sweater: thrifted | Skirt: ASOS Curve | Flats: Payless
Also, do you guys remember the goals I posted earlier this year? Well, my Goal No. 4 was to finish my Big Project. I've kind of kept it a secret this whole time. Before yesterday/today at two in the morning, only about four people knew it existed.
Well, if you acknowledge me on almost any social platform, you will know that I (please excuse the excessive caps to follow) WROTE AND FINISHED AN ENTIRE NOVEL. A WHOLE 79,000 WORD NOVEL. THAT HAPPENED, I DID THAT, I AM STILL FREAKING OUT.
Yep, my Big Project was a novel.
That I finished.
I'm starting the editing tonight, and I'm still just going to freak out that it happened.
The worst part is that people are now asking what it's about. Obviously, I know what it's about. I can tell you the moral of the story, carry on and on about why some characters have the names they do, explain where I think everything takes place, and all of that. No problem. I can write a whole book. One thing I can't do? Summarize a book. Whether I've written (!) it or read it, I just can't. I always think it sounds stupid when I explain it, so I always say stuff like "Just read the back!" or "I promise it's so much better than all that!"
Definitely something to work on.
So, yeah.
That happened.
Carry on.