First off, I'd like to thank everyone who came to the Loy Lake Fall Festival last Saturday. I sold 25 books and had a great time! I'm busy with school so I'm not sure when my next book signing will be, but I'll be sure to let you guys know!
Anyway, let me tell you how my day has been.
It all started last night, when I realized I was behind on my Shakespeare reading. So I wake up this morning, spend 45 minutes daydreaming (bad habit), and finally do my morning Bible reading and crack open my Shakespeare tome afterwards. I do all of this without getting out of bed, mind you. When you live in a dorm, practically everything is within arm's reach of your Twin Extra-Long bed. Your haven of comfort. The one thing keeping you sane amidst studies and books and deadlines that glare at you over the horizon with beady red eyes, creeping slowly closer so that you hardly notice them until they're on top of you.
So I read my Shakespeare--the last two acts of Much Ado About Nothing, which I hardly understand--and lay in bed until twenty minutes until class starts. I manage to brush my teeth, grab a protein shake to drink in class, and walk across campus (with my 4.5-pound Shakespeare tome in my backpack, mind you) just in time for Humanities.
Humanities is boring. The teacher essentially reads and elaborates on a PowerPoint Presentation that she makes available afterwards online. As soon as my heart started beating normally again (hey, you try walking halfway across a college campus and up two flights of stairs with the collective works of Shakespeare in your backpack), I started sketching a picture of an elf. I'll admit to spending too much time trying to get the shading right so it looked like she had...oh, let's say feminine curves. I can say that, right?
So after Humanities, I had Shakespeare. I sat next to my good friend and chatted a bit before class started, when I was unfortunately informed that we would be having a midterm exam in less than two weeks and duly reminded about an essay I haven't started on yet. I don't know Shakespeare. I don't know what to write about.
After class, I chatted with my friend a bit more, ate lunch at the cafeteria, and returned to my dorm. Where I crashed.
Remember how I didn't want to get out of bed this morning? I'm back in bed, covered with a weighted blanket, listening to my roommates goof off as they work on their own schoolwork in the living room.
My grandfather, bless his heart, has made a point out of calling me once a week. Last week, I described the difficulty I was having in getting my brain focused on a paper I was working on. "Papa," I said, "Remember telling us about how you rode a horse to school?"
"Yep," said my grandfather, who grew up in rural Missouri in the 1930s and 40s.
"Did you ever have a day where your horse just didn't want to do anything? That's about how I feel."
Well, I made Papa laugh, which always makes me feel good. If I could just get my horse to start working, I'd really appreciate it.
I guess I'd better buckle down and get back to work. What are your tips for staying motivated during the school year? Let me know in the comments below! God bless you, dear readers, and don't forget to leave us a review on Amazon or Goodreads!
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.