Just a few things
First, how many of these posts are entitled some variation of "a few things"? I'll have to do a tally. Similarly I'll have to do a tally of how many times I ask myself how many times I've titled something with the same phrase.
The main things, which coincidentally all have to do with fiction:
The main things, which coincidentally all have to do with fiction:
- Currently I've got my fake blog entirely plotted and it feels amazing. I'll probably end it during the summer some time, and then I'll be starting up a new project (still Slender Man related) with a group of other bloggers. It's really collaborative and well plotted and I'm having fun doing it.
- In other fiction news, Erin, I finished workshopping your stories and I'll hand them off to you next time I see you (thursday?) but mostly I really liked them so you have to stop calling them pieces of shit.
- I think I'm finally absolutely, one hundred percent sure that writing is what I want to do with my life. These past few weeks I've been so passionate about writing, coming up with so many ideas and learning so many new things, especially about editing which I kind of used to hate but now I'm gaining a whole new appreciation for it, and it's wonderful. The synthesis of all this writing theory and actual writing that I've been doing is just making me feel so inspired and useful and productive, and I love it, I never want it to stop. Even doing research is fun. Everything is just fitting, and the only downside is that I still have to workshop all this shitty work from my fiction class but even that doesn't matter because I like my teacher so much. And apparently I'm so fucking stoked about writing that I am using 100% run-on sentences today.
- That said, I've been trying to write this story about a guy who spends the night in an overturned car with a corpse for like, two months, and while I know it's a really good idea, it's just not working for me right now so I reckon I'm going to have to abandon it for the time being. I'm now trying to come up with some other idea for my short story that's due in the first week of april. Yeeek.
- I have a coffee machine now thanks to my Grandma, source of basically everything awesome (she also gave me my laptop and a bunch of knitting needles at some point), and today I've drunk (drank?) an entire pot of coffee while doing homework and listening to the wind blow outside. It's very gratifying actually, because what I'm doing right now (writing, sipping coffee, at my kitchen table on a cloudy day) is literally my childhood vision of my adult life. And here I am, I made it! What this says to me is that I probably need to dream a little bigger.
- I put a flower behind my ear earlier today and forgot about it for like 3 hours, oops.
- Last night I was finishing up my essay on Dracula, which I maligned in a previous entry on here, and to differentiate between historical Dracula (Vlad Tepes) and fictional Dracula, I was calling the latter "The Count". Which resulted in a fantastic typo: "The Cunt exhibits several folkloric vampire traits".