Shifting Focus

I've been so focused on thrillers recently; I've lived, breathed, and EDITED my thriller so much that I'm so sick of it. After I finish editing and sending out "Shades of Grey", I think I want to be done with thrillers for awhile.

I'm really getting into young adult literature, and I feel like, at least for now, I could really fit into that genre. I'm reading a lot of YA books to get a feel of the authors and the themes, and I feel like I could definitely do it. My short story, "Five," is technically young adult, and my new project that I WANT to be working on instead of editing Shades, it's YA too.

I'm kind of worried right now, too, because my mom thinks I might have PCOS. I don't really feel like going into it, but if you want to know what it is, look it up. I'm sick of people trying to diagnose me when I don't feel like anything is wrong with me.

Yes, I'm overweight. I'm trying to work on that.

No, I don't sleep well. Also trying to work on that, by getting healthy and eating right.

No, I'm not exactly loving my appearance right now. See #1.

Yes, I've had ovarian cysts.

But come on people, PCOS? Seems like a reach to me. Or, at least, I hope it is.

I refuse to worry about it, because I don't think anything's wrong with me. Yes, I need to work on things. So let me take responsibility for what I've done (or haven't done), and give me the time to fix them.

Don't try to diagnose me. I'm sick of everyone being wrong.