Really?

1. If a girl has a boyfriend, she does not want to know that you are romantically interested in her.
2. Do not ask a girl who has a boyfriend if she would like you to ask her out when her boyfriend breaks up with her.
3. In fact, do not tell her that you think her boyfriend will break up with her. (This makes her want to punch you.)
4. You cannot blame her when the conversation becomes unbelievably uncomfortable, or when she begins to give one-word answers. You were the one who decided to ask her out and tell her that her boyfriend is going to break up with her.
5. When, three days later, you suddenly bring up your new girlfriend, whom you seem to be deeply in love with, just know that the first girl would rather not hear about it.
6. Do not bring her up in every single conversation, talk about how amazing she is, how beautiful she is, and how you have loved her from the moment you first laid eyes on her.
7. Unless you met her two days ago, you have not loved her from the moment you first laid eyes on her, or you would not have been asking the other girl out. And if you did meet her two days ago, you do not love her yet, because you have only known her for two days. Give it a rest. The first girl does not care.
8. At all.
9. She is still frustrated with you for asking her out and telling her that you have been watching her at school for the past four years.


That is all.

My Late-Night-Novel-Writing Survival Kit.

It leaves me with a slightly nauseated feeling sometimes, but it also leaves my thoughts crazy and open and creative. The positive outweighs the negative.


It balances the Rockstar out and keeps me from feeling like throwing up while I write.

And, finally...


Because being creative makes me hungry.

It Would Appear That,

Due to my lack of technological prowess, I somehow managed to delete my last long post that I think only Mandy actually had a chance to read. Now, since it was long and half the problem is essentially resolved, I'm just going to give you a short overview and apologize for my incompatability with technology.

Long story short, I was having these terrible nightmares that were leaving me drained and exhausted by the time I woke up. They were making it significantly more difficult to write. They began when I started writing my book. That was problem numero uno.

Problem deux. Everything in our house is breaking. Air conditioning, mircowave, dishwasher, kitchen faucet, bathroom fan, all of the garden hoses.

My mom thinks the fact that our house is falling apart is a spiritual attack because we're both writing, which is what we feel we've been called to do. I thought she might be right. That, in its own way, made me feel slightly better because it meant we were doing something right. Then I sort of, in my typical Indonesian ask-but-don't-ask way, asked you to pray for us because, well, our house is falling apart and I wasn't sleeping.

Now, last night I tried something I used to do as a little kid when I had bad dreams. I slept with my Bible next to me. It sounds silly for an eighteen year old to do but, lo and behold, I slept soundly last night and wrote half of my fourth chapter today. So, problem number one is fixed. Problem number two, however, is still raging. So, if you would pray that would be spectacular.

Life Lesson Number One.

Writing two thousand words a day:

Easier said than done.