I remember a conversation I had with my friend Charlotte once, when we were in the same senior-year writing portfolio class. We agreed that we needed to feel sort of anxious and agitated-- or extraordinarily happy and excited, which could be considered positive agitation, I guess-- to be able to write much at all, let alone write interesting things ( Read more... )

Cumulative NaNoWriMo word count: 6,627

Today I had to go talk to a guy, and another guy, and I guess both conversations went pretty well. That's all I have to say about that. I did careful things in preparation. I did superstitious things. Lucky things. I clothed myself carefully, tried to sculpt my hair into some suitably "adult-looking" shape, ( Read more... )

Cumulative NaNoWriMo word count: 5,525

I tend to stick too many details into my writing while I'm figuring out who the characters are (as in, what their personalities are like and why their personalities are like that, how they grew up, how they move, what they look like, what they're good at or interested in). Settings can go the same way; I ( Read more... )

Brain still a bit puddingy, and I'm in sore need of a back massage (don't ask), but I got some things done that I needed to get done and wrote a little bit more on my novel fiction project I'm working on. 150 words or so; there's a lengthy simile in there that's either really cool or really stupid. I'm on the fence about it. I'll leave it in for ( Read more... )

Cumulative NaNoWriMo word count: 3,662

As you can see, I'm plugging along at my own, uh, "special" pace here. In my defense, I've been having one of my Episodes this evening/afternoon/since 4:00-ish, and though the headache's more or less gone by now, the feeling that I'm doing and thinking everything through a layer of pudding remains. I haven't ( Read more... )

Aaaaaaah! Hello! I have news. Oh, I'm a little bit panicked about this already, and I'm almost sure I won't get very far with it, but...you guys, I think I'll be giving National Novel Writing Month a shot this year. It's something I've wanted to try for a while, but in the past I've always been either "too busy" (or actually, seriously too busy) to ( Read more... )

Well. The good news is that I have an idea for my senior writing portfolio. The good news is that I am insane enough to really, really enjoy...or...derive satisfaction from...or...or somehow have a psychological need to flagellate myself over creative work that will never be good enough (and in forms/genres that thirteen people in the whole world ( Read more... )

So my professor, the old, cranky one I like as a man but not as a teacher, writes:

Here’s something that might cause you to stare off into space like you do:  the two most compelling, engaging, & provoking writing-voices in this class, in my opinion-based on the final portfolio: you and that guy who was crapping on everyone the first couple ( Read more... )

I feel self-conscious when I take walks sometimes because I don't go anywhere in particular, just around and around in big circles, and I'm not Exercising in spandex and I'm often barefoot and it's often about one in the morning. I worry that someone will think I'm up to no good. My town just had its annual Arts Festival, which is actually a ( Read more... )

Stuff I Did:

Finished second issue of pretentiously titled zine. Felt accomplished. Sent zine to acquaintance who can wrangle me some free photocopies. Started third issue while still keyed up and proud of self.

Went to protest mountaintop removal coal mining with giant puppets and ukulele music in front of EPA offices in Atlanta, GA ( Read more... )