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I was feeling generally shitty and bleh when I woke up today, like I couldn't decide if I needed a big hug or a "STOP MOPING" slap in the face. I need to go for a walk or something.
We talked (sort of) about my work in senior writing today. Every time I remember how extremely nervous I was for my first creative writing workshop freshman year, I'm kind of astonished at how much better I've gotten at the whole thing, especially considering that workshop in that first-year class just consisted of you sitting there taking notes and trying to say absolutely nothing while people talked about your stuff. Though it might somehow be a lot more comfortable when I'm actually allowed to talk. Even holding workshops for this current class is almost a joke because they're just very rough drafts and it's more just casually grilling people on where they're going with what without any real pressure. But since I tend to be awkward regardless of whether I'm being critiqued or complimented, it's still kind of ehhhhh for me. After I was explaining one thing, the prof just says, "You're so intimate with your characters. It's almost like they control you." My response to this was like *shifts uncomfortably* "Yeah, well, I'm their bitch," which made everyone laugh. God I'm awkward sometimes.
Sara entertains me on IM by finding the most hilarious plot summaries on adultfanfiction.net. Like ones that end with: Formerly "My immortal" I changed the title because there was two other stories with the same title. LMAO. Yeah. Um. I'm surprised there were only two.
We talked (sort of) about my work in senior writing today. Every time I remember how extremely nervous I was for my first creative writing workshop freshman year, I'm kind of astonished at how much better I've gotten at the whole thing, especially considering that workshop in that first-year class just consisted of you sitting there taking notes and trying to say absolutely nothing while people talked about your stuff. Though it might somehow be a lot more comfortable when I'm actually allowed to talk. Even holding workshops for this current class is almost a joke because they're just very rough drafts and it's more just casually grilling people on where they're going with what without any real pressure. But since I tend to be awkward regardless of whether I'm being critiqued or complimented, it's still kind of ehhhhh for me. After I was explaining one thing, the prof just says, "You're so intimate with your characters. It's almost like they control you." My response to this was like *shifts uncomfortably* "Yeah, well, I'm their bitch," which made everyone laugh. God I'm awkward sometimes.
Sara entertains me on IM by finding the most hilarious plot summaries on adultfanfiction.net. Like ones that end with: Formerly "My immortal" I changed the title because there was two other stories with the same title. LMAO. Yeah. Um. I'm surprised there were only two.
