I guess I feel like updating
it's odd that all of a sudden I don't feel I've got anything interesting to write about. routine, routine, routine. more so than last year, it really seems. isn't it interesting how we fall into patterns even with the greatest of joys? passion becomes obsession becomes work. love becomes security becomes marriage. talent becomes practice becomes style. and eventually the patterns become evident; we find them, we hide in them, we tire of them. we move on.
the darkroom is still demanding hours of my time simply to turn out one print, and on top of that, I feel like my photos could just be a lot better. nothing quite lives up to my expectations. as far as drawing goes...after two and a half weeks, we've finally graduated from drawing boxes on tables! on to the next inane thing. yaaay stuff I mastered in sixth grade!
poetry, on the other hand, is actually really absorbing me. I've always tried to add a truly poetic flare to my prose, and dappled very scantily in poetry writing itself, but I've always thought myself a fiction writer for sure. now...who knows? there really could be something to this poetry thing.
hm. what else?
right now, for lack of anything better on my mind, I'm overanalyzing.
...I don't know who the oscars are named after, but I hope he got one. if he didn't, well, that would just be sad.
the darkroom is still demanding hours of my time simply to turn out one print, and on top of that, I feel like my photos could just be a lot better. nothing quite lives up to my expectations. as far as drawing goes...after two and a half weeks, we've finally graduated from drawing boxes on tables! on to the next inane thing. yaaay stuff I mastered in sixth grade!
poetry, on the other hand, is actually really absorbing me. I've always tried to add a truly poetic flare to my prose, and dappled very scantily in poetry writing itself, but I've always thought myself a fiction writer for sure. now...who knows? there really could be something to this poetry thing.
hm. what else?
right now, for lack of anything better on my mind, I'm overanalyzing.
...I don't know who the oscars are named after, but I hope he got one. if he didn't, well, that would just be sad.