Andrea Wilson Woods' Blog

My thesis is due two months from today. The impossible deadline looms over me like a Weeping Willow tree, only I cannot decide if I’m the tree with its leaves dragging, touching the ground drooping in sadness or if the deadline is the tree touching me saying wake up, get off your arse already, and just do it you eejit.

P.S. I’ve been reading Angela’s Ashes. Well-written but I don’t like it. The last time I looked forward to finishing a book this much was James Frey’s A Million Little Pieces. Since when did writers stop using quotation marks? Guess I’m a purist.

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I don’t usually write for 5.5 hours, but I did today. My goal is 1,500 words per day, and I can usually reach that within four hours, but I couldn’t find my way this morning. I was determined to meet my goal though. I’ll be damned if Mike Huckabee gets another marble!

As I wrap up the end of Adrienne’s third round of chemo in my memoir, I relive it and I discover things I didn’t know about myself and about her. That third round was the worst. I can only compare it to the California wildfires. Adrienne had so many things happening in her body at once—so many fires if you will—that the doctors didn’t know which ones to put out first, how the “fires” started, or how to put them out. The more medicine they pumped into Adrienne’s body, the worse she felt, and I couldn’t make her better.

Tomorrow I start Day 73, which means I’m halfway done with this monster, I mean, memoir. I’ve written 82,385 words so far (yes, I’m that anal); many more to go.

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