Well nothing too remarakable has happened since I last wrote. Ok, I survived my semester here at Moody at least as far as midterms, which is exciting...especially getting a 96% on my Western Culture midterm!! I'm not usually one for talking about grades, but that one DOES hold a special little place in my heart ^-^
I used to think-- ok, LIVE-- that I was a "writer." I had plots, characters, big ideas, and could wax eloquent (not necessarily very well, I must say) about philosophies of life that I barely had a grasp on...and I felt like somebody "special." Maybe I was the next Annie Dillard...living like a recluse but somehow discovering truths that everybody else just *couldn't* figure out. But I was missing something. I didn't have people. Depression and isolation might be good for inspiration when it comes to your latest fantasy epic or cutesy little love story, but in the end, you're still...depressed. And alone. Because for some reason you believe it's more important to have an incredible plot for the world you're writing instead of living a life you can look back on and have no regrets about. I tried it, and I ended up with a (in my opinion) pretty decent short story about two people who have some sort of cosmic collision and fall in love.
I don't know why I'm even saying this. I'm bored...and stuck at a tea house. But here's the thing: I'm "stuck" at this tea house with SOMEBODY. With a PERSON. Who has become something that matters, and someone who deserves to spend time with (that doesn't sound right...but ya know what I mean). And maybe I don't write much fiction anymore. I'm trying to do NaNoWriMo, but as of eight days before it starts, I haven't the slightest idea for a plot. And this whole "real people" thing is hard...the choices I make actually matter. I can be a jerk. I can be nice. I can be "busy." And what I am affects the people around me. In the end, that's a ton more work than creating a character who maybe seemed like a good idea but then you maybe changed your mind about so you go back and re-write who they are. Yep, real life is more work. But like most things that take work, it's something pretty wonderful.
Ew, that was remarkably "confessional" coming from me...probably won't happen again anytime soon ;)
And note to self: drinking 24 oz. of ice tea within 45 minutes isn't a very good idea :O
