Hmmm...
Reading back, I found this. And for whatever reason (maybe because I'm trying to regain the title of 'optimist' before I head off to college and meet new people), I feel the urge to refute it, almost a year later.
First, I CAN drive. I don't like doing it much (split-second decisions about where the ton and a half of metal and gasoline you're sitting in will be in a few moments aren't my thing, thank you very much for teaching me that, driver's ed) but I can do it. I've never had an accident or a ticket, I can navigate around the area and I am doing much better at avoiding distractions. I wouldn't want to take another driver's test, but I blame the DMV folk for that.
Second, I can critique just fine. Not always, granted, but the folk at Teenage Writers seem to have faith in me--at least eight of them have, since that's the number of votes I earned for 'instructor'. Others got more votes, but I don't mind losing the election, since I'm running a 'writing boot camp' anyway that seems to be going well (thanks to my fellow instructor, I'm sure, but I haven't screwed anything up yet).
Third, I can write. Throne of the Sun is, according to my best projections, about halfway finished. I would have gotten much more done if it weren't for the other novels (also going along well) and the short stories. Ah, the short stories. I've gotten more acceptances in the first months of this year than I did in all of 2008 and I've already blown my goal for this year ($100) out of the water fourfold. That, and I'm going into Sword and Sorceress 24. Which is very awesome, and I'll never get tired of bragging about it. You know, until someone tells me to shut up.
Fourth, Megan seems to think I've beat her since I made more money on a short story that she did. That's, granted, because my short story is a few hundred words longer, not necessarily a reflection of any worth or quality, but hell; it proves we're both just ridiculously jealous of each other. Twins, fun fun.
Lastly, I'm looking forward to college. Carroll is a cool place, not scary; I'm looking forward to the classes I've selected and I'm wild about my major. My only concern is how I'm going to pay for law school, and I've got four years to figure that out.
Deciding that I'd prefer a career in law to a career in marketing was a good choice, too. If my DECA scores are any indication, law suits me much, much better than selling stuff. Except stories, I sell stories pretty well.
I don't know which the reader may find more annoying, self-pity or self-praise, but the praise leaves me feeling much better. Ah, optimisim--see, see, I am an optimist! I am I am I am!
*cough*
First, I CAN drive. I don't like doing it much (split-second decisions about where the ton and a half of metal and gasoline you're sitting in will be in a few moments aren't my thing, thank you very much for teaching me that, driver's ed) but I can do it. I've never had an accident or a ticket, I can navigate around the area and I am doing much better at avoiding distractions. I wouldn't want to take another driver's test, but I blame the DMV folk for that.
Second, I can critique just fine. Not always, granted, but the folk at Teenage Writers seem to have faith in me--at least eight of them have, since that's the number of votes I earned for 'instructor'. Others got more votes, but I don't mind losing the election, since I'm running a 'writing boot camp' anyway that seems to be going well (thanks to my fellow instructor, I'm sure, but I haven't screwed anything up yet).
Third, I can write. Throne of the Sun is, according to my best projections, about halfway finished. I would have gotten much more done if it weren't for the other novels (also going along well) and the short stories. Ah, the short stories. I've gotten more acceptances in the first months of this year than I did in all of 2008 and I've already blown my goal for this year ($100) out of the water fourfold. That, and I'm going into Sword and Sorceress 24. Which is very awesome, and I'll never get tired of bragging about it. You know, until someone tells me to shut up.
Fourth, Megan seems to think I've beat her since I made more money on a short story that she did. That's, granted, because my short story is a few hundred words longer, not necessarily a reflection of any worth or quality, but hell; it proves we're both just ridiculously jealous of each other. Twins, fun fun.
Lastly, I'm looking forward to college. Carroll is a cool place, not scary; I'm looking forward to the classes I've selected and I'm wild about my major. My only concern is how I'm going to pay for law school, and I've got four years to figure that out.
Deciding that I'd prefer a career in law to a career in marketing was a good choice, too. If my DECA scores are any indication, law suits me much, much better than selling stuff. Except stories, I sell stories pretty well.
I don't know which the reader may find more annoying, self-pity or self-praise, but the praise leaves me feeling much better. Ah, optimisim--see, see, I am an optimist! I am I am I am!
*cough*