all around me are familiar faces see right through me, see right through me
What the hell am I going to do when I leave school?
Well yes, in the long run I'm going back overseas but DAMNIT for how long? And when? To see who? WITH anyone?
I still want to be a radiologist...don't I? I don't particularly want to do it in Palmeston though. Its not a bad place but its just not...me.
I want to write I'm trying at the moment. Things are there, its just the way that they come out on paper/computer whatever isn't working for me. I sat fdown here and wrote, and thats easy enough to do- but what is written is hard to try and tie in with other stories or a different beginning or whatever. 'It was what she always did to keep herself sane. Every morning she followed her routine, every day with the same trapped feeling of dread.
Today was no different.
She made her paranoid way around her small house. Every window was checked, secured and double checked. Valubles were hidden, doors were locked, radios tuned to the talk-back stations and the burgular alarm turned on.'
see what I mean? I don't even like that paragraph. especially the bit about the burgular alarm. it just pisses me off quite royally. (no that isn't supposed to make sense).
I know whaqt I want but I get borred when I'm writing it cos the characters aren't doing what I want them to, or the story is progressing too slowly because I'm spending so much time trying to correct the characters that everything just gets boring and I stop. I think what I need to do is just write, fuck the characters, and sort them out at the end. Damnit, they're worse than real people. They complain tenfold more, they're never happy with their lines, especially if they end up saying what someone else does. Its hard to try and get them to use the right guestures and motions and whatever without getting carried away either.
Maybe I should just write a story that is just one big ramble. I seem to be good at those.
Well yes, in the long run I'm going back overseas but DAMNIT for how long? And when? To see who? WITH anyone?
I still want to be a radiologist...don't I? I don't particularly want to do it in Palmeston though. Its not a bad place but its just not...me.
I want to write I'm trying at the moment. Things are there, its just the way that they come out on paper/computer whatever isn't working for me. I sat fdown here and wrote, and thats easy enough to do- but what is written is hard to try and tie in with other stories or a different beginning or whatever. 'It was what she always did to keep herself sane. Every morning she followed her routine, every day with the same trapped feeling of dread.
Today was no different.
She made her paranoid way around her small house. Every window was checked, secured and double checked. Valubles were hidden, doors were locked, radios tuned to the talk-back stations and the burgular alarm turned on.'
see what I mean? I don't even like that paragraph. especially the bit about the burgular alarm. it just pisses me off quite royally. (no that isn't supposed to make sense).
I know whaqt I want but I get borred when I'm writing it cos the characters aren't doing what I want them to, or the story is progressing too slowly because I'm spending so much time trying to correct the characters that everything just gets boring and I stop. I think what I need to do is just write, fuck the characters, and sort them out at the end. Damnit, they're worse than real people. They complain tenfold more, they're never happy with their lines, especially if they end up saying what someone else does. Its hard to try and get them to use the right guestures and motions and whatever without getting carried away either.
Maybe I should just write a story that is just one big ramble. I seem to be good at those.