Well, I went driving outside my actual neighborhood for the first time today. I'm still slightly traumatized by it. But this afternoon, I'm going to be driving with the actual driving instructor, not my mom, and even the THEORY of that is slightly traumatizing. At least I'm finally capable (sort of) of going more than ten miles an hour without freaking out. Now my limit is 25 miles an hour for extreme freak-out, and 20 for a minor panic attack. The good thing is that the speed limit is 25 miles an hour in this area. The bad thing is that we have a lot of hills, so it is really hard to go down hills, not wear out the breaks, and not have a panic attack all at the same time. Suggestions, anyone?
Anyway, in other news, I have nothing to say. It's kind of depressing, really. For some reason, I cann't think of anything to write, fiction-wise. I'm rather stumped. Again, suggestions, anyone? I mean, I've had a TON of adventures this summer, but it all seems like it's stuff I can't work into a story, because I write too much fantasy and I'm physically incapable of not including magic somehow.
Well, I'll think of something. Will post again with a story... later.
