I'm finally backing up the My Documents folder, by zipping it up and Gmailing it to myself. One part of this is reorganizing, or at least it ended up being that way.

Do you ever go through your My Documents folder? It's fascinating. For example: I have a barely started story on here, apparently from February 2001, titled "The Berenstine (sic) ( Read more... )

I lose at Livejournal this past week. I'm in yet another bad mood, I can't focus on homework, the weather's chill, the Internet slow, the dorm gym's treadmills were all taken when I got there for the first time ever, and my grandmother could die of cancer any day now, which I'd meant to talk about on Sunday, but see the start of the list.

And the ( Read more... )

That went well.

Just got out of Creative Writing, feeling better about the paper I'd turned in last week than I had last week when I turned it in. Positive feedback... Well, not really, because feedback is supposed to move you forwards, and it was helpful feedback by and large, "Yay, Alden!" stuff. But when half the classes discussion (ignoring the ( Read more... )

It's almost 3:00, but I've officially finished not only the first draft, but the revised first draft of my short story for Creative Writing: Fiction. I'll let you get your mitts on the next draft, one that sucks less.

Not that this one sucks; I think it turned out quite well, in truth. But, you know, when I get the feedback of people in class, I'll ( Read more... )

I'd forgotten: I really don't like Dune. I mean, it's not terrible, but Herbert really overuses internal monologues, which is not only annoying in and of itself, and allows him to repeat the same thought by having two different characters think it, but also makes everyone seem a lot more emo than I really want my Christ-figure to be. Of course, ( Read more... )

OK, so this is something I wrote for my creative writing class. And then, unable to share with the class because we spent the last twenty minutes listening to a speech on how imortant it is for a writer to write early and often, I just punched up to share with you fine folks. The prompt read "A college-age person has just discovered that one of ( Read more... )

Yesterday was the first Creative Writing class. I enjoyed it, and left it fully committed to go sit down in the library and write for an hour. That lasted about as long as it took to read the day's Narbonic, which lead me to reread like five story-lines. I'm really getting fed up with myself in those respects.

Not a bad day today. Drawing was much ( Read more... )

Having worked on a formal Glass Books review for three or four hours and having nothing but 800 words of mediocrity to show for it (which if it was done would still mean I needed two more reviews to send in three days ago), I've made a decsion:

Reviewing, actual formal reviewing, is a lot harder than it looks.

Especially at midnight, which seems to ( Read more... )

One week. One bloody week.

I can't say I'm really that upset about this, although Lord knows that I didn't read enough, write enough, earn enough, or FILL IN THE BLANK enough in general. Heck, today all I've done was finish two issues of Time freaking Mag and, just now, mix some sourdough pancake batter for tomorrow, because julesrbf is in town.

Didn't ( Read more... )

Plot bunny: Iceland goes fascist and evil. Why Iceland? Because, simply, no one would expect it. Like all the post-Viking nations, it's a socialist semi-utopia, with citizens that display a Tolkienesque obsession with genealogy, a GDP per capita at purchasing-power-parity that is sixth to none, and one of the largest geothermal heating systems the ( Read more... )