Having already tried working on the November section and re-written a part three times and hating each part, I concluded, quite simply, that I cannnot write. My grammar is sadly absent. My spelling ranges from pathetic to damningly-awful. The only reason why my non-fictional attempts may be slightly better than my fictional ones is that no one is subjected to suffer from a horrible plot.
Allow me to wallow in misery, it's a wallow in misery kind of day. I suspect analyzing the conflicting views about the end of the world has made me rather more cynical than I liked at the moment, but that is, as you may note, beyond my control.
Why? Why? Why? Whatever will I do with a story that I've injected far too much realism in to balance? I'll need to either change the writing style or the entire plot or genre or scrap the whole story back into the idea box and maybe, should I ever take up creative ventures again, it will see the light of day amid all the dust. I hope it isn't allergic.
My I sound pathetic. Fear not, will be alright in an hour or so. I recover fast.
Meanwhile, have asked parents about possible trip during winter break with Kate to Lucy's via the bus. Mother worries about bus accidents and car bombers despite of my reminder that we are not living in Iraq, and is wondering if she hadn't better drive me there with my father and stay somewhere, go on a tour or something for two days and then pick me up again and drive me back home. At least I can say that she hasn't said "no" specifically and/or sprung the whole "you're-only-home-for-two-weeks-and-you're-not-going-to-spend-any-time-with-us" guilt trap. I'm pretty good with those now but, hell's fires, I still feel so heck of guilty afterwards that I usually end up spending half an hour logicking myself out of feeling guilty.
Sunday again, must start on term paper soon. Many and many a blessings to you all. If I sound weird, blame my copy of MESSIANIC IDEA IN JUDAISM. Aside from the pathetic part, that was entirely my own and departing in an hour. Wave bye-bye.
[edit 18:05]
Just realized that this is a bad, Bad, preamble to NaNoWriMo. Oh well, I'll worry about it when it comes. Yep, am better. Thanks Lucy!
2 comments:
d00d susan, i hardly ever hear you sound this bad =( You're probably better by now (you better be!), but I'll say a couple of things anyway, because I mean them.
Your grammar and spelling aren't the best, that's true, but spelling is easily fixed these days and your grammar (which last year had been getting consistently better in your essays) is also easily fixed through people's editing (*cough*).
And, don't you realize, that the fact that you can write rather good stories despite having difficulties with grammar (as for spelling, honestly now that i think about it, most teenagers are MUCH MUCH worse at it than you. Or me, which is the only defence I have against Kate's complaints), means that you've got a talent?
As for the plot and the realism bit- I don't know enough to say anything but so far having the story's (i'm assuming you're talking about the lunatics story?) realistic characters and plot contrast with the odd happenings make it much cooler. It really feels like solid things should NOT be falling through beds, whereas if there had been some sort of magical world or creatures introduced from the beginning it wouldn't be nearly as (heh) realistic (as in it's not real life stuff, but the story sounds convincing).
damn, forgot to say, AWESOME!, in response to visiting-over-christmas part :D
<3
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