When school began in August, my history teacher told the class of a paper that would be due in October. To a student, anything more than two weeks may as well be a lifetime away. So, like a dummy, I didn't worry about it. I thought about it occasionally, but never actually began working on the damn thing. And so, imagine my chagrin when the paper is not only due, but due in 4 days and I have not even begun to do research.
I think, "It's the weekend. Plenty of time on Saturday and Sunday to do the research and write the paper." So on Saturday I go to the library, I check out some books (on homer and greek education, which my paper will eventually be about). I act like I'm reading them. And for the entire weekend I do nothing. I then continue to do nothing on the paper until Wednesday, the day before the paper is due. I then write about 4 pages (out of 12). I've been beating myself up over it ever since. Stupid papers.
My creative writing class progresses. By which I mean, of course, I'm progressing. My teacher thinks that I have talent, and I'm beginning to think so as well. I have filled up one entire journal and that gives me enough stuff to write about for six and a half lifetimes. Being nigh immortal, that is not enough, so I have purchased a second journal and will begin to write ideas in that.
I find that I not only enjoy writing fiction, I love it. I'm frustrated that I'm not good enough to write the ideas that I come up with...yet. I have read several authors that felt this way, though, so at least I'm not alone. I turned in my THIRD short story (of which only two were actually stories) for critique to my class, but only one person has read it yet. They have until thursday before I release the hounds. In the meanwhile my teacher is giving me extracurricular reading assignments. Right now I'm reading an amazing book by David Guterson called "Snow Falling on Cedars."
Not too much gaming going on. I bought Castlevania: Order of Ecclesia, but that and Soul Calibur four are the the only games I've played since school started. I tried Infinite Undiscovery. It was horrible. Castlevania is not. It's good, I'm enjoying it. Perhaps I will post something pertaining to it in the near future. Knowing myself, the odds are against this. I have problems blogging for some reason. It's ironic. Something about the writer's friends never getting a letter.
I did get a "job" blogging for the front page of SRK (that's http://www.shoryuken.com for those not in the know). I've posted a few news updates but I find myself at a loss for other things to post. I should probably talk to somebody about it. Perhaps I will. Regardless, I was pretty happy when Mr. Wizard (the admin for SRK) asked me if I wanted to do it. Go me.
I have finished critiquing my classmates and find myself wanting to get back to Snow Falling on Cedars.
G'day
