Well, for anyone who was curious… I went to bed around 4:45 this morning after I got my story to 10 pages.
And I hate my story. I’m not very convinced by my characters. I was slightly more convinced this afternoon than I was last night… I felt like I’d added enough detail to my lead character that it wasn’t too much of me anymore. That made me feel better.
My lead characters are always too much of me… except in the longer story I was working on. My lead character is like me in a number of ways, but I did my best to make the one of the other characters the “me” one instead of the lead character.
I get to feeling like I’m self-centered, writing my characters so that they’re too much of “me”. Granted, they aren’t me, but it’s hard sometimes, thinking up enough things to write in about them that are deliberately NOT me…
I still didn’t like the story though. I wasn’t too convinced by the conflict between the characters either. There was a conflict, but it could have been better. It would have had to be longer to get a real conflict going, and I couldn’t do it. Blah.
But… there were some good touches, I thought. My lead character has some amusing thoughts. And I kind of liked the tirade from the old lady he runs into. It amused me, anyway.
But… yeah… I don’t know. After giving out copies, I looked at my story and realized I’d made a bunch of mistakes. So stupid of me. Not much I can do now though. Just… wait until the 7th when it’s time to go over my story with the class.
I can still correct the mistakes now though, in my own copy, and let them know which ones I knew about when the time comes. That sounds like a good idea.
Bah. Story writing…
Anyway, Saturday should be good. On one hand, I get to load music at Capital. But on the other hand… I get to go to the Before We Forget concert, and I’m sure it will be enjoyable.
I’m a little concerned about getting the tickets though. The guys in the band are still distributing them on their own, so I called them today and the bassist is going to try and find me at Capital so he can get me the tickets… I hope he won’t get a ticket for parking in one of our lots without a pass! That would be awful… “welcome to Capital! Now, pay your parking ticket!”
Ugh… >.<
Welp, I’m going to go and read. And sleep. I like sleeping. I miss it rather a lot.
End.
Reeser
Reeser: I gotta go to humanities in a few minutes.
Melody: So you can be human.
Reeser: Yeah. *laughs* Am I not a good human already?
Melody: No, silly. I didn’t say you were a bad human.
Reeser: Oh, okay. *laughs* I was going to ask, if I wasn’t a good human, what am I?
Melody: A doggie. You’re my puppy.
Reeser: *laughs* Oh. Am I?
Melody: Yep! You’re a good doggie. I shoulda adopted you instead.
Reeser: Yeah, I promise I wouldn’t whimper and… uh, mess up your house.
Melody: Oh, so you wouldn’t bite my blinds and rip them down?
Reeser: Nope, I wouldn’t. But it might be pretty entertaining.
Melody: But you won’t crap on my floor.
Reeser: *laughs* No, I promise that.
Melody: *laughs* Well, I’ll let you go then, my Reeser.
(Having that conversation yesterday afternoon really messed up my writing. It could have fit almost perfectly into the story if it had been longer than the 10 pages. Made me feel too awkward to move on with the story…)