I just wrote 196 words that weren't for Uni. That's 196 words more than I have done for quite a while. Re-reading it is 196 words that have been put together fairly poorly and saying basically nothing. A character studying their hands and playing a computer card game for 196 words.
The last short story I wrote was for Creative Writing: The Short Story; that's the kind of sentence I highlight angrily when I'm critiquing. "Unnecessary." The last short story, Equilibrium, is being critiqued on Monday but I have already gone in a new direction with it, I think. I talked to one of my classmates, Mick, about it when I was meant to be getting ready to meet Rook at the Guild Bar. Mick kind of fixed the problem I was having with the story (the fixing came at the price of me looking dishevelled, running down a hill and twisting my ankle - all BEFORE I got a drink), I just have to re-write now.
I sent my parents the story and Dad's comment was, "Not your best."
Mum agreed, "It's not up to the standard of your poems, or that story about the dog."
"The dog that drowns?"
"Yes, that one."
I've been clicking through the files in the folder labelled My Writings; it's all kind of crap. And lame. I don't know whether to re-write something or start fresh. I need a project, one that isn't an assessment piece. I think what I really want to do is finish my play.
We tried to steal a car but we soon realised,
The last short story I wrote was for Creative Writing: The Short Story; that's the kind of sentence I highlight angrily when I'm critiquing. "Unnecessary." The last short story, Equilibrium, is being critiqued on Monday but I have already gone in a new direction with it, I think. I talked to one of my classmates, Mick, about it when I was meant to be getting ready to meet Rook at the Guild Bar. Mick kind of fixed the problem I was having with the story (the fixing came at the price of me looking dishevelled, running down a hill and twisting my ankle - all BEFORE I got a drink), I just have to re-write now.
I sent my parents the story and Dad's comment was, "Not your best."
Mum agreed, "It's not up to the standard of your poems, or that story about the dog."
"The dog that drowns?"
"Yes, that one."
I've been clicking through the files in the folder labelled My Writings; it's all kind of crap. And lame. I don't know whether to re-write something or start fresh. I need a project, one that isn't an assessment piece. I think what I really want to do is finish my play.
We tried to steal a car but we soon realised,
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rook:
...that none of us could drive...
eyezebra:
Yes would love to read them. I understand if we are not allowed. Only your truest friends or people you feel a creative attachment with should see these. Heres crossing my fingers.