A New Work Session, Insane Boys, Bunch of Balloons, and the Fate of My Swim Career

What’s up, Thaumaturgs? I hope the sky is up. Get it?

....this is what you get for my delay in posting.

cough

Anyway, here’s the new blog post! I’m sorry the last one was a little delayed, but I promise we’ll get back on track. All of this is still pretty new to me—it’s not like I ever imagined myself becoming a published author.

Plus, I’m not exactly a tech genius, so the struggle is real. BUT HEY—subscribers are actually getting email notifications for the blog posts, SO I GUESS I’M DOING SOMETHING RIGHT! Hehe, that made me so happy when Flame told me.

And no, Curi hasn’t done any more dance sessions. I’m not even sure where she’s been—oh well. She’ll turn up eventually.

Okay, I’m going to be smart and not spend forever on this part of the blog post.

Tehe, I’m so bad at this.

ALRIGHT, LET’S MOVE ON.

Life of an Author

Yadadada—work has started! Again. Five weeks ago was the last week of the previous session; fours weeks ago was the first week of the new one. Does that make sense? Forget it—I don’t know how else to word that. It makes sense to me, so WEEEHEHE.

New session means all new kids. They’re okay. A couple of annoying ones, though. Two boys tried to drown each other while I was helping someone else, another nearly drowned himself because he disobeyed my orders, and another got put in time out.

He was nearly crying. I told him to deal with it. Joking—unfortunately. Oh, what joy it would have brought me to crush this kid’s dreams. I had him in the previous session, and he was a HUGE pick-me. He also thought he was better than everyone else.

Anyway—I GOT TO USE BALLOONS FOR BIOLOGY!!! THEY EXPLODED AND IT WAS GOING TO BE AWESOME!…Okay, seriously though, they didn't explode. If they did, you guys better attend my funeral.

Gotta use some yeast, ykyk? It was fun, though. Phoenix did doing it. Yarn too. It was a blast! Said with 100% sarcasm.

Oh. Geyser. Her. Okay, so I don’t remember if I mentioned this before, but she’s got a whole crew. Geyser is the leader, and she drives me inSANE. Anyway, her whole group was being super annoying a few weeks ago on a Saturday at our swim competition—all because she broke my record. Like, why?

I mean, yeah, I’ll miss it. I worked hard for it. But c’mon, really? Let me reenact this for you:

Me: Happily cuddling with my axolotl plushie.  Them: Bounds up and starts screaming.  Water: “SHE BEAT IT! ZOEY, SHE BEAT YOUR RECORD! BY .02! OH, THAT’S GOTTA HURT!”  Me: “NoOoOoOoOo.” Five seconds later: “Eh, I’m done.”  Them: “GEYSER! GEYSER! WE GOTTA TELL GEYSER!”  Me: “Can I tell her?”  Them: gAAAAAASP “YES! YES! HAVE ZOEY TELL HER!” Follows me over to Geyser.  Me: “You broke my record. By .02. Could’ve tied it with me and the two other girls—made it a four-way tie.” Walks away.  Them: Proceeds to make comments for the rest of the meet to make sure I knew I lost the record.

Like, brother—I don’t care. I have a screenshot of the old record, thank you very much. Proof that yes, I did have it at one point. Geez, as if I’m that petty. Also, I may quit the team one day :PP.

Under the Surface of Writing

Alright, gonna keep this nice and short—I’m doing a Q&A for the next blog post! I need YOU to send me some questions (about anything—my book, the world, me, etc.), and I’ll answer them!

Enjoy!