Life as I know it
Verily the world is a strange place. Orlando is a blowhard of a city, and a place I hope to never live again, though, in a sense, I guess it is a good experience to live here now so I know to avoid it in the future.
Things are hard here as I look to start a shitty minimum wage job. I guess that is part of the life of an artists. I've committed myself to writing more and writing better, but we'll see if that is something I will be able to keep up with. In addition, I'm looking at starting work as a mortgage broker, but those of you who know my fear of the phone will probably think this is a foolish and pointless endeavor, but perhaps it will be just the ticket off the train of my phobia.
In other news, life is okay. It's not amazing, it's not shitty, it's okay. I'd like it to be better, and I work in that direction, but it is what it is.
My novel is progressing nicely, I'm about one hundred pages into the rewrite, two hundred and fifty to go.
One of my graduate school applications is off, so that means four are left. The next deadline is the thirty first of December, and they are looking for a ten page writing sample. This baffles me. Ten pages to convey my skill as a storyteller in the visual medium of stage or screen. How much can you do in ten pages? I guess that's part of the challenge, though I feel there is too much of a reliance on the abilites of the short writer... but now is not a time to get involved in that particular belief.
Play well out there kiddos.
Things are hard here as I look to start a shitty minimum wage job. I guess that is part of the life of an artists. I've committed myself to writing more and writing better, but we'll see if that is something I will be able to keep up with. In addition, I'm looking at starting work as a mortgage broker, but those of you who know my fear of the phone will probably think this is a foolish and pointless endeavor, but perhaps it will be just the ticket off the train of my phobia.
In other news, life is okay. It's not amazing, it's not shitty, it's okay. I'd like it to be better, and I work in that direction, but it is what it is.
My novel is progressing nicely, I'm about one hundred pages into the rewrite, two hundred and fifty to go.
One of my graduate school applications is off, so that means four are left. The next deadline is the thirty first of December, and they are looking for a ten page writing sample. This baffles me. Ten pages to convey my skill as a storyteller in the visual medium of stage or screen. How much can you do in ten pages? I guess that's part of the challenge, though I feel there is too much of a reliance on the abilites of the short writer... but now is not a time to get involved in that particular belief.
Play well out there kiddos.