It Is Done

My final short story is done. 19 pages. 6,500 word or so. Not bad, not bad at all. And might I even be so brazen as to suggest it is a pleasant read?

I am actually proud of it, something I can't say happens as often as it probably should. I dug deep and hit a new level of editing on it, which I am also happy and proud of.

Is it perfect? Hardly so, but it is as good as I can make it currently and that is better than anything else I've produced to date, so I will take my hard-earned victory and enjoy it.

Now, if only I can make my final script and major research essay (among others) as snazzy, I will surely end this semester exhausted, but pleased.

Totally unrelated note (or maybe it is, who knows! I should probably monitor these things more closely) my dreams have been awesome lately.

Draft Back

Revisions to begin. Hoo, boy. This should be interesting.

I am tired folks. The semester can end any time now. My brain is fried.

On the plus side, delving this deep into this particular story has me ignoring homework to work on organizing one of my long drafts. Er, not that ignoring homework is good. That's bad, m'kay, but the organizing and writing is good.

What's also interesting is that my dreams are starting to come back as well, and get back to their usual, wacky selves. I missed you guys!

Oh yea, I got my script back too. "A" baby. YEA! Iz so happy and proud. Iz learnin'! An educated is me!

Odds and Sods

Going The Distance is a fantastic fucking movie. I laughed so hard, so many times. One to own. "Tastes like poison!"

Less than a month left in the semester. Holy shit, where did the time go? So many assignments left! So little time in which to get them done! Every time I turn around I've lost a month's worth of time somehow.

If You Run by Boxer Rebellion. Also fantastic.


Turns out my script prof will be teaching the next level of the course next semester. I talked to her and she very enthusiastically has allowed me to take one of my short ideas and expand on it with every assignment next semester. Basically by the time both courses are done, I'll have almost a full length movie scripted out. I am simultaneously very excited, and daunted by the task I've assigned myself. Wild West Steampunk (also known as Weird West) with some extra twists folks. Can't wait.

If they ever get around to offering the next fiction work-shopping course I'm going to ask to do the same for that. There's no way I'll get a book done, by any means, but I might be able to get a significant chunk of one knocked off.

Still looking for a beginner's drawing class. Haven't given up on that. Still wish I had a fucking artist for the webcomic idea(s) swimming in my brain.

I wish I had something funny to write, but there's been a dearth of funny lately.

Maybe I need to have a life like this woman's: http://thebloggess.com/
On second thought. No. No I don't.

Miscellaneous School Blatherings

Classes are going well. I'm taking a fiction writing workshop, a scriptwriting workshop and the requisite English class.

I was taking an art class and looking forward to learning to draw thankyouverymuch, but that is no more. It's mostly about painting and drawing shit that is way beyond me. This saddens me. I spent the first class being told to paint whatever. So there I am painting Pacman and getting it wrong while the goddamn girl next to me is doing fucking fully rendered shit. then we get the course syllabus and they're all "draw interpretations of so-and-so's art" and I'm all "please tell me how to hold the fucking pencil without stabbing myself in the eye." Incompatible!

So I'm on the hunt for a real beginner's art class, which the college doesn't have so I've had to broaden my horizons out to other potential schools and even local art stores. Maybe I will keep you posted, maybe I won't. That's the beauty of this place, you never know.

But seriously, the work-shopping classes are going well so far. The scriptwriting one is way out of my comfort zone, I don't even know how to write a script, but I'm learning and enjoying and that was the whole point of taking them.

I had more, but I've lost my train of thought.

I may have an "essay I'm not allowed to write" coming up soon based off a play we have to read for script class. We'll see. My homework load is insane.

I haz an Outline!

Well, what passes for one for me at least. It's done. Whew!

I also have a tentative title. Now to hammer out some of the noticed plot problems and then get back to writing.

Hopefully starting a new job soon and am taking one course this semester so between all that finding time to write could be problematic. I will do mah bestest.

I'm officially the farthest in plotting and writing of anything I've ever done. I've got about 30-40 thousand words actually written for this story. More if you want to count the copious amount of notes I've made for it. Most of which didn't make it into the outline I posted on 2YN. Damn thing's big enough as it is.

General Flim Flam Or Something.

Not enjoying the outlining stage of 2YN.

Not. Enjoying.

Stupid thing is kicking my ass as I try to put all the ducks in a row. But some of those ducks are greased up good and hard to hold onto and others are downright invisible. Just faint, mocking quacks that echo through my apartment and the pitter patter of waddling feet just out of reach.

Still haven't heard anything concrete on the job front. Some possibles, but nothing for sure yet.

Fridge sort of works now. That is, it keeps things cool like it's supposed to, but 2 of 4 legs are missing and I have to tilt the entire thing backwards every time I want to open it. This angers me.

I started playing WoW again. I probably shouldn't have as it tends to make me less productive, but I really needed some escapism.

My driving instructor keeps trying to kill me. Really wish she wouldn't.

My in class, paper test is tomorrow. I have one chance to score high on both that and my road test (which, thankfully isn't for a few weeks) in order to get the much needed insurance reduction. Also I'm driving right after. I am very nervous about both.


Edited to add that I got a whopping 5,500 words done today on my plot outline (or whatever you want to call it since I am incapable of just following the rules as posted *grin*)

I am mentally exhausted and happier. Plus it had the added bonus of taking away my anxiety over the damn driving stuff happening tomorrow. If only for a few hours.

I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!

I'm very behind in my 2yn assignments. Something I am in the process of trying to remedy. It's my hope to get caught up completely this week.

Why? Why when I come up with story ideas do I invariably have a beginning, frequently an ending and never a middle. Nev.Er. Ever. This drives me crazy. If I were the type that still indulged in the alcohol I assure you this quirk would drive me to drink till I was draped over my computer alternating between praying to and beating it senselessly. A bucket would be close by.