I have changed this title 5 times. Nothing fits.

by Kami Cornwall

Sometimes when I'm trying to write I can't help but hear this repetitive tape of completely useless phrases I've heard throughout the week playing in my brain. It's the reason why I'm sometimes self-conscious and definitely the reason I can't get a lot of writing done. Well, that and the kids who keep saying, "Watch this part!" even though I've watched that part two thousand, five hundred and twenty seven times.

Things I've been told this week: "Oh, I remember you from last year. You're the lady with the white skin!" ~ from a receptionist who is also a white person. (Yes, my skin is unusually white...but it makes me laugh when people like to point it out as if I'm unaware.)

"Have you cut your hair?" No, I'm actually growing it out. (Feeling a little self-conscious about my appearance now.)

"Have you heard back about Grad school yet?" This is a little like waiting for a mission call. These will be the longest next few weeks of my life.

"How's the writing coming? Done with that book yet?" Um...no. I thought writing it would take far less time than it has. Does anyone have a cabin in the woods I can sequester myself in for a week or two? Beach-house, maybe? No? Ah well. I'll be here plugging away with my highly reflective skin, strange looking hair and compulsive runs to the mailbox.