Sleep is for the weak...and I certainly am.
So... I sleep now. Granted, it's at odd times, and also, for random periods of time, but I sleep. I slept regularly (for me, anyway) while in Baton Rouge. I sleep on a semi-regular basis since then.
Huzzah.
Did I mention I'm still alive? In case you couldn't tell... I am. Sort of.
"Trying to write" is not the same as "writing." If it were, I wouldn't be so disappointed with myself. I have a couple of poem things that I scribbled from the trip 'to,' 'in' and 'away from' the red baton... if I make them pretty, they'll probably end up here. Or perhaps on a myspace of some kind.
While I was there, Glen, Phil's father, was thoroughly pleased to hear that I wanted to teach. Scratch that, he was pleased that I wanted to teach AND write. His smile got even broader when I told him that I just write for fun. I didn't show him anything; he didn't ask to read anything. He just told me, "Keep it up." So... I'm not currently writing stories... but I'm trying. I haven't stopped trying. I'll continue to try.
Bloody hell... I've digressed a bit. Where was I?
Oh yes... myspace.
Why on a myspace? Why, when I don't even update this thing regularly anymore, would I get one of those damnable things? Well... when I finally have another story written, there will be more people there that can tell me how wonderful/horrid it is. I might double post the poem things there, too. Let's put it this way... anything I write, will be in both places. Here--it's just for me. There--it's for my ego. I suppose any of you could go back through my tags and see my little poem things and story times. You know, if you're bored. You could tell me what you liked and what you didn't... and try and focus on what you didn't. That'd help me out, because I need a lot more criticism.
Sidenote: Movie weekend. Multiple things I wanted to see... and no more money with which to see them.
Huzzah.
Did I mention I'm still alive? In case you couldn't tell... I am. Sort of.
"Trying to write" is not the same as "writing." If it were, I wouldn't be so disappointed with myself. I have a couple of poem things that I scribbled from the trip 'to,' 'in' and 'away from' the red baton... if I make them pretty, they'll probably end up here. Or perhaps on a myspace of some kind.
While I was there, Glen, Phil's father, was thoroughly pleased to hear that I wanted to teach. Scratch that, he was pleased that I wanted to teach AND write. His smile got even broader when I told him that I just write for fun. I didn't show him anything; he didn't ask to read anything. He just told me, "Keep it up." So... I'm not currently writing stories... but I'm trying. I haven't stopped trying. I'll continue to try.
Bloody hell... I've digressed a bit. Where was I?
Oh yes... myspace.
Why on a myspace? Why, when I don't even update this thing regularly anymore, would I get one of those damnable things? Well... when I finally have another story written, there will be more people there that can tell me how wonderful/horrid it is. I might double post the poem things there, too. Let's put it this way... anything I write, will be in both places. Here--it's just for me. There--it's for my ego. I suppose any of you could go back through my tags and see my little poem things and story times. You know, if you're bored. You could tell me what you liked and what you didn't... and try and focus on what you didn't. That'd help me out, because I need a lot more criticism.
Sidenote: Movie weekend. Multiple things I wanted to see... and no more money with which to see them.