I feel like this entire year of my life has been categorized by constant immersion into literature. Since I last updated, I've finished Stardust by Neil Gaiman, The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, and The Help by Kathryn Stockett. I'm near the end of Great House by Nicole Krauss and halfway through East of Eden by John Steinbeck. In terms of writing though, I haven't made significant progress in any of the stories I've been working on, haven't submitted any of my finished stories anywhere (but received note of two contests I didn't win). Everything creative seems to fall into the background when up against my school/work schedule. Why is it that I can't bring myself to find inspiration to write anything original, but can draft out pages of fanfiction at work (in the least creative environment possible)? The only thing I come up with is lines that have no story to go into.
I'm looking forward to the day my temp assignment is over in November and I don't take another one. My MAT classes are only two nights a week, but I need 35 hours of observation before December (I have 0 now) and then an addition 55 or so before I start student teaching in the spring!
This weekend was my 3 year anniversary with my boyfriend and we went to
IO's Improvised Shakespeare. It was absolutely fantastic and if you're a fan of The Bard and ever in Chicago, check it out. They are given a title for a play by an audience member and have to come up with 2 acts on the spot (about an hour long) in Elizabethan Style (using Iambic Pentameter!) We had a great time and laughed hysterically nearly the entire performance.