In January of last year two things happened. One, I turned eighteen (yay?) and two, I accepted a challenge. Somewhere in the depths of one of my artsy quotey Pinterest boards, there is an image that said something like, “Do something you have never done before every month this year. At last, an actual doable New Years resolution. So here’s a look back at my first “year of adulthood.”
January – “Senioritis 2”
I turned 18! And had my first murder mystery party with lots of awesomes! I played a writer character who was secretly a spy, and no one…guessed the spy part, because my being a writer was so perfect. 😉 No matter, it was still fab. ^^
February – “Movie Day”
I went to go see Frozen for the second time with friends. It was the singalong version. It was awesome. Also, props to my friend Sarah who can sing the score as well as the soundtrack. (runner up: SNOWPOCALYPSE OF GLORY. I pretended to be a photographer for the first time.)
March – “Senior Skip Day”
I skipped out on class the Monday after Prom. Yes, I know I’m homeschooled: I missed out on homeschool group to go hiking with friends in the woods for two days. I even had a project due that day, but I had my Mom’s permission. It was awesome. 10/10. Interestingly enough, apparently the class got nothing done that day. (Runner up: I got a job! Which still places as an easy second.)
April – “Pay Up Day”
One of my editors gave me April 15th the deadline for finishing the second draft of my novella, Bridled. This day is affectionately known to most Americans as Tax Day. So with great adultitude O applied myself to said deadline. I even remember the day of the week, because I came out of a long day of classes, sat in my favorite armchair that isn’t
actually technically mine, and wrote at least 2000 words until I noticed the time…at 4AM. But I did manage to do it.
May – “Last Day of High School”
We didn’t sing High School Musical (such a chance wasted), but my class did take the manic trip down to Anna Maria Island for Senior trip. There was drama, there was sun, there was so much soda consumed and so much poetic nonsense spouted off. Okay, that last one was mainly me and Sarah… *cough* Bonus points for the awesome bookstore we found, the shot glass expedition, and the fact that I got to eat chicken pot pie all week long that I had made myself.
June – “Let’s Call It…Crazy Month”
I graduated from high school (such a good day) a week before I got on a plane and flew back to Italia. And then I slept a lot when I got back and otherwise hid in my Hobbit hole for four days, except when I was awake and working downstairs at 4AM. My brother didn’t have any trouble sleeping in (how? teenage boy skills, I guess.), so my Dad and I got to hang out, which was cool. I’d say more about the trip, but it was so full that I don’t really have apt words…
July – “Lakehouse Day”
I have a rad friend from Switzerland who was in in the US for a week this summer, and I went up and hung out with her and her brother at a lakehouse. And despite my terror (new things + a cousin who was injured once + fast things)…I drove a jetski. Fastly. It. Was. Fantrasmical. Oh my lands. O.O And I did this without getting thrown, even when I was being tossed in two directions at once and my habitual instinct to lean back to slow (like on a bike) usually meant I accelerated. It was awesome, and even majorly helped my driving skills. It’s like flying but you get wet.
August – “Collegiate Day”
On New Years Eve I wrote about how my August feels like New Years to me. Additionally, August isn’t always kind. Months just seem to work out like that sometimes. *shrug* Anyway. My biggest new thing in August was STARTING COLLEGE. AAH. Moving into my dorm was almost fun. The night before was terrifying, at about the same level as the night before I had ankle surgery (hah, see, August is weird). But everything went wrong in the first week, which was a pleasant distraction and I even wrote a blog post about it! In some ways it got tougher as it went on, but I survived. ^^ (Runner up: getting my driver’s license, and doing Beautiful People for the first time!)
September – “First Harpsichord Concert”
I had a tough class this semester: Music and Culture. A lot of you know that I’m not very auditory. I also have a Sensory Integration issue that means that sometimes when I’m tired/haven’t eaten/the moon is purple I can’t handle sounds. This class is all about music culturally, with some music theory and lots of memorization to boot. Plus a large workload and mandatory concerts. My brain isn’t wired so that this class was easy, and in some ways it felt like reliving math classes. It was an uphill fight, but I beat my brain at something hard for the first time in ages. So here’s to my first harpsichord concert, proof that I can survive. (runner up: AoS cAME BACK AND THE FEELINGS.)
October – “Scriptses”
I made friends at college (seriously, that’s a big deal and an astonishment for me). A lot of them are involved in film. Surprise! I mentioned that I want to screenwrite when I met them, although I’ve never actually written a script. So Campus MovieFest comes along, and we start planning, and this conversation happened…
“Liz, write a script.”
So in October I wrote my first script in a tiny little editing room. And then I perpetually rewrote until…
November – “This Week Is Basically A Day”
…Campus Movie Fest, glorious week of art and no sleep! The recipe includes delicious items such as:
7 days to shoot and edit a film.
One script written by someone who had no idea what she was doing and was rewritten on the first day, and then at 2AM the next day, and even in the car on the way to record the voiceover…
Additional 4AM writing sessions, meetings, and editing sessions.
Two shooting days, one 11 hours, the next 12 (or more, I don’t even know) hours.
Three cups of coffee in one day, not enough tea, and never having ever been so grateful for my wonky college mattress.
It was glorious, it was my first time on a film set, and no, I am not adding more pictures of tiredness to this post. 😉 (runner up: it isn’t a new thing for me, but CAMPING is the best never-constant holiday, and this year it happened with additional awesome people, so it was sort of new.)
December – “Hero Day”
In December I did something I’d been wanting to do for almost a month. I finally got to splurge on a sibling and take him to see a movie: Big Hero 6. (My other darling sibs, you’ll get a turn.) We tried to go in November and I got lost twice in one night going to two different theaters. Apparently Sugarloaf Parkway hates me, because this time we got lost again so I decided to take a different route. I took Highway 85 all by myself, and we made it there in perfect time. (runner up: staying up until 5AM after Boar’s Head to work on artsy Christmas presents.)
:Now it’s January again. This week I dyed my hair black and blue (mostly black), had my first official job orientation, gave blood (whee! something I never thought I could handle) and turned nineteen. It’s actually already felt like a long year already…maybe because of all the moments that aren’t in this post, the little moments that are not little to me.
When I write stories, I love to bring into focus the tiniest details. They nail the point for me: someone’s “very alive” hands, the way that their eyelids flutter, or the faint sirens of tiny snowflakes shrilling in the wind against their cheeks suddenly gives the vision traction. These snapshots make the big upheavals and turns of the story clear.
Lately my brain has been spinning. Some thinks are about history, some are about hope, and some are about tiredness. The same old echoes are being re-seen, maybe even with new eyes. Maybe. Chasing the threads is hard when you slip down from your glimpse of not only the Tapestry, but the Storm above it. This past year has felt like a lot more chasing things has happened than actually catching the fleeting visions. Maybe some years are just like that.
Climbing is scary. People are scary. Life is scary. It’s full of dragons internal and external, and sometimes it knocks the breath out of you with beauty or horror. This is the first year I remember having some really significant plans within that are of my own making, and trying not to hold those too tightly is tough. Dreaming them up has been tough too. And yet life isn’t all bad, even in the worst parts. If nothing else, it is full of stories to tell and stories being told. Which, as probably every prof I have taken so far will attest to, I’m interested in.