in college all over again
I feel like I'm in college -- except that the housing department messed up and I am rooming with a boy, but at least my boyfriend gets to stay over and he doesn't mind. Imagine a room a little bit bigger than longfellow's bedroom -- and 3 grown people living in it. I don't want to see anyone in their underwear except my boyfriend, tom, and longfellow. I mean seriously.
So I've finally done it guys. I started my book. I talked to Longfellow about it a bit on the phone this week. I feel like I'm ready and the timing is right and the story in my head is good, but I am also intimidated because I've never "taken any fiction writing classes." -- though it is my personal belief that writers are born not made. (though it remains to be seen if i am either)
I just got mad writing that, because there was another one of our grad peers -- who will remain nameless -- that believed the opposite. That you had to study something to truly become it. I was like -- are you an idiot? And then I thought for a while more and was like, "oh yes. yes you are."
The book = young teen -- like 12-14. Fantastic -- imaginary world kinda thing. I feel protective -- I'll tell more later. And you'll all probably end up being my editors!
This weekend looks promising. The guys play tonight way over yonder in FW, but I think I'll go and see if I can drink on the band tab. Yay! A beer sounds good for only the third time in my life (exaggeration -- but seriously I don't normally like brews). The rest of the weekend is unplanned, which means sleeping in, smoking, and working on my story. oh -- and studying for the comps. yada yada.
Peace and love,
Carla
So I've finally done it guys. I started my book. I talked to Longfellow about it a bit on the phone this week. I feel like I'm ready and the timing is right and the story in my head is good, but I am also intimidated because I've never "taken any fiction writing classes." -- though it is my personal belief that writers are born not made. (though it remains to be seen if i am either)
I just got mad writing that, because there was another one of our grad peers -- who will remain nameless -- that believed the opposite. That you had to study something to truly become it. I was like -- are you an idiot? And then I thought for a while more and was like, "oh yes. yes you are."
The book = young teen -- like 12-14. Fantastic -- imaginary world kinda thing. I feel protective -- I'll tell more later. And you'll all probably end up being my editors!
This weekend looks promising. The guys play tonight way over yonder in FW, but I think I'll go and see if I can drink on the band tab. Yay! A beer sounds good for only the third time in my life (exaggeration -- but seriously I don't normally like brews). The rest of the weekend is unplanned, which means sleeping in, smoking, and working on my story. oh -- and studying for the comps. yada yada.
Peace and love,
Carla
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