Strong gusts of cold wind rushed through the stubby grass as I hiked up to the hogback, taking in deep breaths to catch the scents of fall. The sun was high up in the blue sky as just a few fluffy clouds drifted east. To the west, a solid blanket of silvery-white clouds hung over the mountains, mostly blocked by the nearby foothills. “Perhaps”, I silently thought to myself, “It’ll finally snow!”

Note: Kinda sorta a memoir piece. At least some parts from this will end up in the final draft of my book, which is why I put it here instead of in the blog. 

Note: Definitely something for the memoir.

Four years ago, after another long battle with my arch enemy, Pseudomonas, I weighed 112 pounds at best. For my height at the time (five foot three inches), I was alarmingly underweight. 

Note: My mom convinced me to start writing for the memoir again. It's been two years since I started the damn thing, and a lot has changed in those two years. My writing style has certainly changed. Many of my views have changed. So on and so fourth. After awhile of thinking, I decided it's time to tackle the next step of writing my book, which is basically "re-writing" it. I'm obviously gonna copy/paste some parts from draft one into this draft, but a lot of it will be completely re-written. I'm totally happy with tackling that project. Very few people have written a good book overnight. 

Also, I'm depressingly bored. I need something to do.