Last week - well, two weeks ago, on Friday - I posted this post, which featured a longish To-Do list for the week which is just gone behind me. It was filled with challenges and productivity. I told you I was going to give you special permission to openly scold me if I failed at this list, and some of you, much to my delight, said (kindly) that I wasn't going to be able to do all these things. But you were wrong, and you may NOT scold me BECAUSE I WAS A GOOD GIRL AND I DID WELL!!! (You may cheer softly.)
It was a lovely, productive week of writing, fictional characters and emails. I'm sad it's over. But oh well, school days have their own hidden charms - you just have to dig deeper to find them.
So let's see, shall we?
I DID THIS. Except it wasn't 30 minutes, like I said I was aiming for, and I didn't do anything on Friday. It was more ten/fifteen/five minutes a day, but hey, at least I did get my schoolbooks out with a good will towards it. And on Friday I did some sport, which I dislike, and therefore qualifies as 'schoolwork.' So there. That's crossed out. I did this.
I fist-pump myself. I wrote about 8000 words this week (not counting blog posts and journalling and anything that is not my novel.) There were some days in which I wrote less than a 1000 words, not going to lie. But then I made up for it the day afterwards for writing more.
Special thanks to my seven-year-old sister for Word-War-ing with me several times, and some thanks to my fourteen-year-old brother for War-War-ing with me once. There. I pat you. (I won all the wars, but that wasn't the point of the war. The point was getting writing done.)
Two friends at Church had their birthday, and they had a party and everything. So I went this Saturday, with my older brother. Like, just us two, we drove into town and everything on our own. I felt rather like an adult, all sophisticated-like. (And my brother didn't cause any accidents; good boy.) I ate pizza at the party, and strawberry-chocolate cake, and it was nice. I looked like a normal teenager. :-)
I MADE cupcakes. With pink icing. But they weren't heart-shaped. But I did make twenty-three cupcakes, and it took a whole morning to make it, so that totally, totally counts. Duh. My sister made a gorgeous double-layer chocolate cake, which she did flawlessly. My cupcakes looked nice in the end, but I had a lot of problems with the icing and I constantly asked said sister stupid questions like, 'Is this the right flour?!! Wait, IS IT?'
Of course. It was lovely having them over.
Well, that happened easily! On Sunday, I read 'The Cranford Companion.' On Monday, I read 'Emily of the New Moon.' On Tuesday, inspired by Ashley's Little House Week, I read 'By The Shores of the Silver Lake.' On Wednesday, I read 'Emily Climbs.' On Thursday, I read a French book called 'La Silence de la Mer.' (Click on the titles to see my Goodreads reviews.)
I also finished 'Code Name Verity' on Sunday - (by 'finish' I mean 'reading the last 100/200 pages) and I read the half of 'Jubilee Trail', which is an AMAZING and deliciously fat book which is on the road to become my new favourite book of the year. I wish I could read it all day.
I did a little of that, but hey, seeing as I didn't fail in this longish To-Do list, I can't have done too much of it. I was surprisingly obedient to myself this week. Goodness, wonders happen.
I watched Cranford! It was lovely. I STARTED to watch 12 Years a Slave and buzzed off after having to skip three scenes and having to hear/watch dreadful scenes on slavery. (After 15 minutes.) Not my movie + wouldn't recommend it.
I made her a necklace instead, which is better, and prettier. This was all from the goodness of my heart, seriously, because making a necklace takes up more time than mending a bracelet. And I used the beads from the broken bracelet in the necklace. (The necklace is very pretty. It hasn't broken yet!)
I WILL DO IT. I thiiiiiiiink. Maybe like, slightly below my chin. I'll cut it for spring.
Indeed, you may click here to read it if you haven't yet. It took me hours to write it.
Did this faithfully every two days. And not just for two minutes, either.
I made cards with my 7-year-old and 6-year-old sisters, my 4-year-old brother, and a 6-year-old friend of the 7-year-old and 6-year-old sisters. It was fun. We pasted loads of little bits of fabric on a piece of paper, then cut a heart out of that paper, and then glued the heart on a card. #Notbad.
I wrote two! I filled out her Little House Questions, and I wrote a blog post called 'Things Little House Taught Me.' Many of you were so gracious to comment on them. Thank you.
What else I did that wasn't on this list:
- I emailed a lot. Emma and I wrote to each other very promptly this week.
- I chatted with Emma at least twice. (I lose count of these things.)
- I celebrated having 100 (and two!) followers! Thank you all so so much for your kind words.
- I went ice skating with my Dad and some of my siblings. I never felt clumsier in my whole life.
- I got an email from ELIZABETH MUSSER. (Author of one of my favourite books, 'The Sweetest Thing.')
It was a lovely week - but now I have to go and be productive without a public To-Do List... Adieu m'loves!