J Elyzabeth's Blog

A Writer's Journey of a Secluded Mind


August 2009

Books I have read

Redone:  2009 Booklist

The Last Mortal Man by Syne Mitchell

Me and My Brothers by (vol. 1-7)

Jurasssic Park by Michael Crighton

Adromeda Strain by Michael Crighton

High School Debut by (vol. 1-12)

Motor Mouth by Janet Evonovich

The Comeback Kiss by

Heart Fate by

Millennium Snow by Hatori Bisco (vol. 1,2)

OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB by Hatori Bisco (vol. 1-13)

The Fiction Class by Susan Breen

Loveless by  (vol. 1-9)

Fruits Basket by  (vol. 1-23)



Camping is an adventure that you need to take a vacation from. Sadley I must work tomorrow. It is amazing how tired you can become from simply tent camping one night.

It took two and a half hours to leave. I was packed, ready to leave, then needed gas. Got the gas, on the way out of town, the phone call. “Where are you going next?” Well I was going to Wal mart, so go to Wal mart, get what I need and then some. Run back home drop off the requested item, to the storage unit! Yeah.

Spend time looking for all the camping gear. Find it, drive an hour and a half to the next Wal mart. (hmm… possible pattern?) Walk up and down the SUPER Wal mart to find food, dried goods, a flashlight(see I forgot something. The nice lantern type flashlight sitting on my bed back home. It was still there when I got back.) and lighter fluid.

Drive another 45 minutes to the camp ground. Get a tent spot. Did I mention this was tent camping? Not the nice reserve a trailer with a real bed camping. No, the sleep in a sleeping bag on the hard ground trying not to end up with all the blood rushing to your head because the ground is tilted, tent camping.

Got checked in, found a site (close to bathrooms and playground… not so sure that was the best), set up tent and lay out sleeping bags, go back to Wal mart to pick up a charcoal grill and charcoal grill. Who knew that due to all of this hot weather there were no open camp fires. Finally back to camp ground. By now it’s 4 o’clock in the afternoon. I am tired.

Finish unpacking all of the equipment, prepare grill, get fishing license. Now fishing would be okay if I was only watching one pole. But I spent a half hour feeding the fish bait. Bobber goes down, fish gets away. Fall back for dinner…. drum roll please: HOT DOGS!!! Now aren’t those the best?? I actually managed toasty, crispy, burnt hotdogs. The best! 🙂

The campground had a fun family event: Hula dancers. They were great ittty bitty little girls to middle aged women. By that time it was time for bed. Somehow amongst all the kids not going to bed, the guy in the next tent who snores loud enough to wake me up in the middle of the night, I fell asleep.  Thank God for sleeping bags rated at 30 degrees.

Morning. Oh was it cold. Took forever to willingly crawl out of bed and go make breakfast. Luck Charms and bananas.

Get ready for the day, crafts, start tearing down the campsite, playground, make lunch(hot dogs :D). Let charcoal cool, go look for golf balls to play miniture golf. None. Next option, swimming. Doesn’t last long, but wastes time. Finish cleaning up tent site, go to icecream social. Head home, realize I am too old to sleep on the ground.

Stop at Starbucks, need coffee! Drive home, unload car at storage unit, unload car at house. 3 hours later, still exhausted.


I have recently had the pleasure of discussing writing with a fellow colleague. Something we share is the wish to become published. We also wish we had a group to write with, that thankfully is in the works. Now we must simply become dedicated and serious. Anything to encourage and support ourselves. 

I am also graced with the support of friends who give honest criticism. It helps that one has an English major and has the tactand confidence to read my work and give me suggestions in a caring manor.  I have to say I spend more time laughing at myself when errors are pointed out to me. I am also learning new things, or rather relearning all those terms and sentence structures I forgot in high school.

So I am in the process of writing short stories for school and researching topics for longer books.

I can go forward, simply because I have this small system of support. Hopefully it will grow larger as I meet new people, and gain the maturity I’ll need in writing to publish.

In this world anything is possible, especially when you have people behind you.

Time Management, Part 2

Staying up until 3 in the morning is not the best way to manage time.

I did manage to get the house clean and post many meaningless comments elsewhere, but not everything I did was what I wanted to do. The downside to such poor management is the total lack of self discipline. I ended up very tired at work.

I ended up very tired at work, relying on venti peppermint mocha’s to get me through the day. Here, miraculously,  is where time management works. I know exactly how many documents I can review in one hour. I know how many I can do on a bad day and on a good day. I know the other projects that are on my desk waiting to be done.

I do data entry. Great place to work, great people. Not so great half asleep. But knowing how tired I am, I choose the lower quota for the day, and spend the last two hours of my work day doing projects that do not tax my brain. Yeah! Time saved, projects worked on.

Now, I have in all of this insanity of staying up until 3 in the morning, managed to complete a writing assignment, start a plot, research writing material, books, authors and what not. I have not managed in time for sleep.

I simple believe that there is not enough time in the day to do everything I want to do. But I have come to realize that time is like a void, or the vacuum effect found on California highways. If there is more than half a car length between two cars, another car automatically gets sucked in there. If there was more time, I would have more things I would want to do, and less time to do them.

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