I seriously love writing.  As much as I wish the circadian rhythm of my extraversion matched others' in both frequency and intensity, I really do love sitting at my computer and writing writing writing until the sun's gone down and I don't know where the day went and I stay up all night even when I'm done writing because my brain's still going ( Read more... )

Alistair, naked as a jaybird but for the sea of his own blue jacket modestly swept around his waist, could see nothing of the events taking place outside the teapot.  However, he could piece them together well enough by sound and dialogue alone.  Judging by the increasing clamor of armor, for example, he guessed a division of soldiers-more than ( Read more... )

Had a client first-thing today.  Not my favorite way to start the day, especially my 8-hour Friday, but it went well.  The student said her teacher required a WC visit, so she visited, but she didn't have all that much to talk about.  Mostly because she hadn't written her rough draft yet.  She'd done her research and annotated bibliography, though ( Read more... )

Did I have coffee too late in the day or something?  I feel all pumped up and in a really good mood, and I'm not sure from what to place it.

Actually, I think I do know.  I mean, a lot of great things are/have been happening, but I think what's really charging me is that I'm writing again.  Not that I stopped writing, really, but I took a break ( Read more... )

The following is a key question from one of my workshop peers about the piece I submitted for second round ( Read more... )

Dear Creative Writing Workshop Peer ( Read more... )

So when I began rereading Moby-Dick a couple weeks ago, I found myself inspired in numerous ways, all ways relating to a story idea I came up with in high school.  I decided I would take this sudden burgeoning of ideas and focus them in writing my next creative piece for Workshop.  So many ideas and so much intent are swimming in my brain everyday ( Read more... )

A group of literature and art enthusiasts have started up a new literary magazine at UofL called the White Squirrel, named after the well-known albino squirrel that inhabits parts of campus.  I just submitted ten separate creative writing pieces to them, most fiction, a couple non-fictionish.  My submissions are as follows:

A Strange November Day  ( ( Read more... )

So Smith canceled class.  No creative writing for me today then.  Now I just need to figure out which of my many chores/activities I will choose to do until seminar at 2:10.  Probably clean my room and go to the gym.  And then go grab coffee.  Mm, coffee.

There are so many reasons why I do and do not want this semester to end ( Read more... )