Monday night I left home to buy dinner and came home with flowers.
Last night I watched a western movie and played a sci-fi game.
Tonight I'm putting together an argument for my lecturer that comics and graphic novels are a legitimate form of writing and something I should be able to use as my final piece of assessment before graduating at the end of the year.
I've been getting the run around from this guy for about a month now. Today would have been about the 4th time he's either bailed at the last minute, or not shown up.
I've had a few ideas to fall back on from other projects. Strongest one so far is a memoir/essay about the importance of escapism with focus on the influence that Batman has had on my life since age 8. I've been working on it for a while now and it's been fun, and a little creepy so far. It started when I was told I couldn't carry on my comic through uni after working on it there for a year, and I basically went into creative withdrawal and spent a fortune on books, movies, comics, video games, anything where I could lose myself in a character who wasn't mine. Writing this would be a bizarre form of poetic justice, as I would write about the creative withdrawal into escapism and basically be making my lecturer mark an essay on himself being a jerk.
EDIT: I'd like to respectfully withdraw my comment regarding my lecturer being a jerk. He really went from stonewalling me to being incredibly encouraging and approved my story in the first few minutes of our meeting.
Last night I watched a western movie and played a sci-fi game.
Tonight I'm putting together an argument for my lecturer that comics and graphic novels are a legitimate form of writing and something I should be able to use as my final piece of assessment before graduating at the end of the year.
I've been getting the run around from this guy for about a month now. Today would have been about the 4th time he's either bailed at the last minute, or not shown up.
I've had a few ideas to fall back on from other projects. Strongest one so far is a memoir/essay about the importance of escapism with focus on the influence that Batman has had on my life since age 8. I've been working on it for a while now and it's been fun, and a little creepy so far. It started when I was told I couldn't carry on my comic through uni after working on it there for a year, and I basically went into creative withdrawal and spent a fortune on books, movies, comics, video games, anything where I could lose myself in a character who wasn't mine. Writing this would be a bizarre form of poetic justice, as I would write about the creative withdrawal into escapism and basically be making my lecturer mark an essay on himself being a jerk.
EDIT: I'd like to respectfully withdraw my comment regarding my lecturer being a jerk. He really went from stonewalling me to being incredibly encouraging and approved my story in the first few minutes of our meeting.
I think that's a legit argument. There are A LOT of graphic novels that tell amazing stories that wouldn't be half as interesting if it weren't for the illustrations.