I’m kidding. I also joke when I say that someone needs to invent a universal sarcasm font, so no one ever misunderstands my terrible jokes and deadpan remarks.
Seriously though, you survive by writing one word after another until the end of the month.
And then you do it all over again in July.
Why? Well, why not?
Unfortunately, it’s week three. In my opinion, the worst week of all.
Week one was fantastic. I found myself in this honeymoon phase where I was excited and ecstatic about my story. I had all the energy in the world despite school draining my soul.
Week two was slower. Still fun, however. I know some say the second week is the toughest, but I had my earlier momentum carrying me through it. Week one and two seemed to blur together. Wrote a lot more than I studied because priorities.
Week three was and still is interesting to say the least. I’m running into some issues like not failing my exams.
How’s Camp treating you? Hang in there!