And just for fun on a Monday:
Your Superpower Should Be Mind Reading
You are brilliant, insightful, and intuitive.
You understand people better than they would like to be understood.
Highly sensitive, you are good at putting together seemingly irrelevant details.
You figure out what’s going on before anyone knows that anything is going on!
Why you would be a good superhero: You don’t care what people think, and you’d do whatever needed to be done Your biggest problem as a superhero: Feeling even more isolated than you do now
What Should Your Superpower Be?
You paid attention during 100% of high school!
85-100% You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don’t get scores that high! Good show, old chap!
Do you deserve your high school diploma?
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Hard to believe, I know. That bar should be all red. Not sure why it vanishes when I publish in WordPress. Although clearly, if I were as smart as it said, or could read minds, this wouldn’t be an issue, would it.
I did the insane the other day. I entered The Fine Art of Holding Your Breath(MacKenna’s story) in the Golden Heart. I only have ~17,000 words in the first person version so far. The receive-by deadline is December 3rd.
So. Yeah. External pressure. Insanity. Same thing.
I’m also contemplating my “education” plan for next year. Last year was all about regrouping (can you regroup if you’re just one?). I worked through Writing the Breakout Novel Workbook. I tore apart and put Geek Girl’s Guide back together. I think that helped me prepare for this round of revisions. But I did a lot of this on my own.
This year was the opposite. I needed outside opinions. I partnered up with Darcy. I needed to understand what people weren’t seeing. And I think/hope I have a better grasp on that too.
So, I’m thinking of next year (yes, already). This year is pretty much booked with writing, revising, editing (Darcy’s getting ready to send me Geek Girl’s Guide for an edit). What do I want to learn next year?
That’s the great thing about writing–the possibilities are endless.
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