Back again

Hullo, all.

If you’ll notice, the last several times I’ve posted something, It ended with fancy promises of ‘oh, I’ll write again soon.

That was more than two months ago, thus establishing, once again, that I am a liar. My semester has been less than ideal, but that’s okay, because it’s just about done. I’ve got two weeks left, and then finals.

I suppose I should actually attempt to give a report of my life for the past little while, but I’m not going to. If I get all bogged down with writing about what’s happened, I’ll never be able to write about what’s happening. I’ll give a few little bits, though. Cassie started writing again, and so that inspired me to get my lazy bum off the couch and hit the grind too. Plus, I just turned 21, which makes me feel like perhaps I ought be more responsible.

It’s the first time I’ve written not for class in some time. It feels good to feel my fingers running across a keyboard again. It’s something I don’t really pay attention to anymore: the way my fingers move when I write. I learned to type properly—the old fashioned way, with a towel over the keyboard, so that I had to look at the screen while I wrote. It was torture to learn, but I’m glad for it now. I’m not used to it, because in the few words I’ve written so far, my joints are already starting to ache. I remember in high school, I’d be able to go for marathon stretches—hours on end without pause, just cranking out stuff that, in retrospect, was pretty darn bad.

There’s something to be said, though, for writing bad things in great amounts. A feeling of accomplishment, if nothing else.

Artifice.exe, for those of you who are interested, is progressing nicely. I’ve almost finished the second paragraph. In fact, I have to say, I haven’t touched the bloody thing since I last wrote. I ended up rewriting The Trick to Fish for a fiction class. I like it better now—it’s a bit more fleshed. But mostly, that’s all I’ve done.

This semester is almost over. I can’t wait for break, because I’ll get to see family, and I’ll get to relax. I have a number of very tough classes this semester, but they’re almost over, and I can go with a number of lighter things next semester. I hope.

Hopefully, I’ll be able to start up again. I really want to achieve that sort of drive for wordcraft that I had in highschool, where my enthusiasm overcame my fear of screwing up, and I was able to write unabashedly. I want to be able to do some new things, and college isn’t helping.

Terry Pratchett didn’t go to college. Neither did Neil Gaiman. Instead, they just read a whole bunch, and actually learned things. I’m pretty sure that they got the better edge of the stick. Instead, I’m paying for education, and fighting it every step of the way. S’terrible. Speaking of fighting education, I have to go and pretend to do my German homework now. My final test of the class is on wednesday. Then I’ll not have to worry near as much. Two weeks left, and then I’ll be done for the moment.



1 Comment

  1. christine said,

    November 27, 2007 at 8:14 pm

    He lives!

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