Today is my last day in Morocco. It’s been fun but I’m definitely ready to head off. It all gets a bit much after a while and by the time you’re walking through the souks pretending to listen to music and scowling when someone tries to walk with you, you know the fun’s over. I even, to my shame, resorted to saying I have a boyfriend to get someone off my back, which was something I’d sworn never to do (this post sums it up better than I can). I would like to come back one day, but a bit of a break is needed.
So now it’s off to France. Huzzah! Finally! “You must really be cramming some French grammar!” I hear you saying… well… no. “Oh, well you must be finishing off your first assignment for your TEFL course then!” yea… that… *Shifty eyes
I have reverted to my teen self’s method of procrastination. Namely: writing YA fiction.
Yup, I found the novel I started at 16 as a way to not study during my first semester of uni. Oh hi pirate novel, time to get you finished!
So instead of getting anything productive done I am spiralling back into the mindset of an angsty teen; writing about abandonment, frustration, self worth and inner strength. Yay teens! What am I going to do with it when I’m finished? Oh i dunno. Send it to some pals to critique and then let it sit gathering cyber dust on my computer. Sounds about right.
I only have about 15,000 words to go, I hope France doesn’t mind my lack of total, undivided attention until it’s done.