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Week 2…15,359 words…one day behind with a 1200 word essay due…news paper articles not going well…considering comitting technological homicide to my lap top…
But on a less crazy note I made a new cover for ‘In My Nature’ with Photoshop *yay* I think it’s more teenage-friendly than my previous one and I found a nice pic of the actress that inspired Sadie Shay. I couldn’t find a pic for my hero that I like so I subed it for a very loving young man who many might know as Jax Teller form “Sons of Anarchy”.
I’ll post that when I’m done tweeking it.
I am swamped with work so I might only be posting once a week until December…it’s okay to cry 🙂
I’m on chapter 6 with my story and so far so good. I had to make a list of priorities on what to get done this week so here is my list…
-Load articles to Basecamp
-Start essay that’s due next Thusday
-Finish and print paperwork and assignment for sociology teacher
-Eat somewhere in between
-Try to get ahead on my word count.
That sounds like a good list, I guess.
Things are becoming more and more crazy in my life. I’m trying to do twenty things at once (more like ten; three article for the school’s newspaper, two big projects for sociology class, writing ANOTHER essay for my Intermediate Comp class while editing my OTHER essay, my daily word count, etc) *head twitching…brain smoking…OVERLOAD! OVERLOAD! DOES NOT COMPUTE!*
But the good news is I got really far in my word count yesterday! It is currently…10,640 words. At this rate I am 2 1/2 days ahead of schedule (it involved perseverance and a bag full of Pixie Stixs).
My mom and I are right now planning a surprise, well kind of surprise, Halloween party for Little Bro. He couldn’t go trick-or-treating last weekend because the doctor said quote:
“This is the worst case of strep throat that I have ever seen”.
On top of that he had a 102.6 degree fever and was completely miserable all week. But he’s a lot better now (so better he conned my parents into letting him stay home an extra two days from school. “Mom, *weak cough* I need to stay home.)
At least he stopped waking me up at 3 a.m. with “Sam, *vomiting into an empty gallon ice cream bucket he carries with him that holds more diabolical things than ice cream now* I think I’m sick.” Yeah, who needs an alarm clock when you have a one of those.
Blessed Be! )0(
Okay everyone, sorry I didn’t update yesterday, it was very hectic with meeting with my advisor and class, ect. So far my word count is going strong…5,035 words so I’ve done my daily word goal. But quicker than I anticipated the self-doubt is here and it had a battering ram ready to break through my defenses.
This is because last night I had my evening Intermediate composition class, it’s like an independent lab where we write a paper and we look over each others, work shop together to see what we can improve. And for the past two term papers due I have been given the same complaint about my writing that I received last night.
The topic was to write 1200 words about some object that’s very dear to you. I thought long and hard about it and the one thing that means the most to me is something that I keep close to my heart everyday: the pentacle that my mom purchased for me at our first Renaissance Faire.
My Comp teachers goes “Sam, this draft has a lot of potential. You are a terrific writer.”
Me: *Blushes* Thank you, sir.
Teacher: “But I feel like you’re reporting your story to me, not telling your story. It just seems to drudge on without hearing your voice come through”.
Being a writer, I’m use to criticism. But telling a person who wants to write novels that she’s not a good story-teller is like slicing her wrists open and squeezing lemon juice into the seeping wounds (hey I’m a writer!)
So instead of being weepy, I printed out the first four chapters (please forgive me trees!) and had my mom take a red pen to them! The pages were so red and wet with ink that Dexter would’ve been proud.
I thought really hard on how my writing could’ve been so lacking lately. I was praised for my imaginative writing abilities in high school, even yelled at because my English assignments were over ten pages when they were suppose to be a page an a half.
I came to the conclusion that dedicating my time to my school’s newspaper, mounting research papers for school and neglecting my creative writing had affected me. Though it hurts, I think I’m going to take a semester break from reporting and get in touch with my old kooky-writing self again.