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readingredheadWell, finals start tomorrow. I guess I'm more than just a little nervous about that. Not that I have any hard finals tomorrow -- in fact, the only actual final I have is in chemistry -- but it's just the start of something so much bigger and uglier.
On a random note, I wore my hair in pigtails today. It was fun, I felt like a little kid, and we all know that's a good feeling.
I actually got to write last night, and it felt so good. I haven't had the time to just sit down and write some of my novel since forever, so it was great to just sit and pound out a couple hundred words. Then again, I ended up deleting more words than I wrote, because I have to rewrite an entire section, but I'm one step closer to being a published novelist than I was yesterday. And that's always good. It's funny how happy a simple thing like writing a bit can make me. Even though I didn't really write much, and even though half of what I wrote will probably be deleted and changed at some point anyway, I just love the writing. It really doesn't get much better. Writing is something that I think I could do for the rest of my life without getting bored. I have so many things I want to write...I just hope I'll have enough time to write them all!
So many random short stories, too. A while back I posted something about the progress I was making on short stories. I feel that right about now is a good time to update that:
Untitled Dragon Story -- 2,127 words written; 838 words of random planning. A dragon with little to live for meets a girl who's nearly too little to live.
The Free Way -- 1,608 words written; 504 words planning. A girl who hates the monotony of PE class is granted her wish to escape, but what will she do when she finds that leaving is easier than coming back?
The Key -- 748 words written; planned out a bit, but in sporadic and disjointed places. After his grandfather's death, a boy tries to understand the meaning of the key he was given a long time ago.
The Arena -- 597 words written; not really planned, though I did discuss the concept with my friends. What if, in the far-off future, war has real rules? And what if, instead of allowing war to destroy the countries in which it is fought, the world decided to set aside a space for all wars to be fought, created a giant arena in which to do the fighting instead?
Okay, seeing all of those stories that I haven't finished makes me feel guilty, so for a paragraph I will extol the virtues of the one short story I have finished. It's called Staring Into Space, and is 4,758 words long. It's one of the few things I've written in first person (and even then, the last page or so switches to third person, so it doesn't fully count). Still, I really enjoy the characters and situations that I've dreamed up. The basic story revolves around a "first contact" situation, seen from the eyes of the teenage girl who is the first person to make contact with the aliens. The girl learns that, however different the aliens may look or seem, she and they have very much in common -- including science fiction...
Heh, that description probably sounds crazily weird to anyone who hasn't read the story. I take back what I said above about that being the only short story I've finished -- I've completed another one, Paradisio, which I have actually dared to post at fictionpress.com, if anyone's interested.
And now I'd better get going, since I'm leaving in around fifteen minutes to go to the summer program kick-off at my church and I still need to brush my teeth and my hair, and I should probably change my clothes...
On a random note, I wore my hair in pigtails today. It was fun, I felt like a little kid, and we all know that's a good feeling.
I actually got to write last night, and it felt so good. I haven't had the time to just sit down and write some of my novel since forever, so it was great to just sit and pound out a couple hundred words. Then again, I ended up deleting more words than I wrote, because I have to rewrite an entire section, but I'm one step closer to being a published novelist than I was yesterday. And that's always good. It's funny how happy a simple thing like writing a bit can make me. Even though I didn't really write much, and even though half of what I wrote will probably be deleted and changed at some point anyway, I just love the writing. It really doesn't get much better. Writing is something that I think I could do for the rest of my life without getting bored. I have so many things I want to write...I just hope I'll have enough time to write them all!
So many random short stories, too. A while back I posted something about the progress I was making on short stories. I feel that right about now is a good time to update that:
Untitled Dragon Story -- 2,127 words written; 838 words of random planning. A dragon with little to live for meets a girl who's nearly too little to live.
The Free Way -- 1,608 words written; 504 words planning. A girl who hates the monotony of PE class is granted her wish to escape, but what will she do when she finds that leaving is easier than coming back?
The Key -- 748 words written; planned out a bit, but in sporadic and disjointed places. After his grandfather's death, a boy tries to understand the meaning of the key he was given a long time ago.
The Arena -- 597 words written; not really planned, though I did discuss the concept with my friends. What if, in the far-off future, war has real rules? And what if, instead of allowing war to destroy the countries in which it is fought, the world decided to set aside a space for all wars to be fought, created a giant arena in which to do the fighting instead?
Okay, seeing all of those stories that I haven't finished makes me feel guilty, so for a paragraph I will extol the virtues of the one short story I have finished. It's called Staring Into Space, and is 4,758 words long. It's one of the few things I've written in first person (and even then, the last page or so switches to third person, so it doesn't fully count). Still, I really enjoy the characters and situations that I've dreamed up. The basic story revolves around a "first contact" situation, seen from the eyes of the teenage girl who is the first person to make contact with the aliens. The girl learns that, however different the aliens may look or seem, she and they have very much in common -- including science fiction...
Heh, that description probably sounds crazily weird to anyone who hasn't read the story. I take back what I said above about that being the only short story I've finished -- I've completed another one, Paradisio, which I have actually dared to post at fictionpress.com, if anyone's interested.
And now I'd better get going, since I'm leaving in around fifteen minutes to go to the summer program kick-off at my church and I still need to brush my teeth and my hair, and I should probably change my clothes...
