The final weeks of term have started with the usual stress.
One of my profs rescheduled the date of our test. Now I have to be at university on saturday, 9 a.m, bright and early. God, I hate him for this. How could he do this? Well, I would have cancelled the test, but I really need to get the credit.
In two weeks I have to hand in my homework and in the same week I'll write Latin, which will turn out be disappointing, I guess. Anyway, during holidays I have to do a paper of 12 pages as well, so this will keep me busy til term starts again.
Well, despite all the learning, I have finished my "short" story. Finally, it's done. The raw script, I mean. all I have to do now is type it. The whole story up to now counts 93 pages, but I guess it will be something between 110 and 120 in the end. Yeah, I know. It's not what you would call short anymore now, would you? I even started to do some illustrations. Well, more like scribbles without any colour, but some of them might find their way into the whole script in the end. After I reread and refitted the plot, I want to print and bind it (with some illustrations). Just to have it in my bookshelf. A visible reminder of all the work I've put into it. I'd like to have it in a book form, althought it was never my intention to write it for an audience. Everyone who wants to read it, has my permission to do it. I'll will send him or her the file, but it's nothing more than an idea I had to get out of my mind. My writing is not this good. At least that's what I think. I've never had that much confidence in myself. After all it was just for fun. And now the story of my two lovers is over. Finished. Done.
Now the original story is left to continue. All the events leading to their love and the life of my female narrator. At least there is something to continue.
One of my profs rescheduled the date of our test. Now I have to be at university on saturday, 9 a.m, bright and early. God, I hate him for this. How could he do this? Well, I would have cancelled the test, but I really need to get the credit.
In two weeks I have to hand in my homework and in the same week I'll write Latin, which will turn out be disappointing, I guess. Anyway, during holidays I have to do a paper of 12 pages as well, so this will keep me busy til term starts again.
Well, despite all the learning, I have finished my "short" story. Finally, it's done. The raw script, I mean. all I have to do now is type it. The whole story up to now counts 93 pages, but I guess it will be something between 110 and 120 in the end. Yeah, I know. It's not what you would call short anymore now, would you? I even started to do some illustrations. Well, more like scribbles without any colour, but some of them might find their way into the whole script in the end. After I reread and refitted the plot, I want to print and bind it (with some illustrations). Just to have it in my bookshelf. A visible reminder of all the work I've put into it. I'd like to have it in a book form, althought it was never my intention to write it for an audience. Everyone who wants to read it, has my permission to do it. I'll will send him or her the file, but it's nothing more than an idea I had to get out of my mind. My writing is not this good. At least that's what I think. I've never had that much confidence in myself. After all it was just for fun. And now the story of my two lovers is over. Finished. Done.
Now the original story is left to continue. All the events leading to their love and the life of my female narrator. At least there is something to continue.