Some state of exhaustion

You should be proud of me for remembering to post my Sketchbook Writing on here... I came very close to forgetting, but if I had, I just would have blamed it on my level of tiredness.
Luckily, between the haze of work and studying, I remembered that I had an assignment due this evening, so after an hour nap with my face pressed in the spine of my textbook, I hopped on here and got to work.

The online class I'm taking is Creative Nonfiction. I think it's going to be interesting, since most people tend to think that would be an oxymoron. How can nonfiction be creative? Very easily, actually. All it really is is a fiction novel with truth. The key is to write it like a story... but it actually seems easier because you are drawing on memories and fact instead of making things up. I think that is also where the challenge lies. Sometimes it seems easier to embelish the truth to make ourselves more interesting, or less embarassing. It is so easy to get caught up in the entertaining, that you forget about the honesty part. So here's to hoping I can keep my honesty.

I guess since I'm doing that, *big sigh, consciences suck* I should probably tell you that in my childhood memories, I don't think I ever actually made it to the very top of the grape vines with my brothers, because I was too big of a chicken, and not all our fun included Gary and Chase, since they were, older (duh) and didn't always live with us (they are my half-brothers; different moms).
There, I have regained my honesty.

~Katie

Word of the day: Tenacity
The quality of being tenacious.
(Tenacious- characterized by keeping a firm hold, stubborn, persistant, holding together)