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karriezaiGot an A- in Writers' House. Means I managed the Dean's List (barely). That's three semesters out of four. It was my first semester that I didn't make it. Hopefully I can stay on there the rest of my time at school. Maybe even make a couple more 4.0s.
I'm thinking I need to get serious into worldbuilding for both my worlds. I think I'll get a binder and a bunch of loose leaf paper, and of course some dividers. That way I can add bits here and there. That's what I hate about notebooks. If I want to go back and add something, I have to leave room. But I don't know how much room I'll need to leave, if any. But I realized part of the reason I have such trouble getting into my writing is that the worlds of other authors seem so much more real to me than my own. I'm always uncertain. What can the houses be made of? What would be realistic? I know it doesn't have to obey the rules of our world, but it has to make sense according to the rules of my world. So I'm going to try to spend time making my worlds more real.
Work work work. It's a bit more tolerable now that I've given up on caring. Funny, huh? But I don't think it can last long. Especially when summer classes start if he schedules me when I said I can't work.
Just saw Night at the Museum. It was good, pretty fun, but too unrealistic this time (I mean, they flew from DC to New York and back presumably in under an hour in Amelia Aerhart's old plane). Star Trek and Terminator Salvation were much better, but I guess that shouldn't be too surprising. I am weirdly fascinated by the fact that the actor for Chekov in Star Trek was John Connor's teenaged dad in Terminator.
I'm tired. We drank last night (went to Medieval Times with Morgan, fun times), and I didn't sleep that well due to it. Danny woke up at 7, crazy man that he is. He'll be tired soon, especially with it raining now.
We're thinking about trying to buy a townhouse and rent out one of the rooms, but first I'd have to have a job with regular money. So here's hoping the hiring freeze lifts soon.
I'm thinking I need to get serious into worldbuilding for both my worlds. I think I'll get a binder and a bunch of loose leaf paper, and of course some dividers. That way I can add bits here and there. That's what I hate about notebooks. If I want to go back and add something, I have to leave room. But I don't know how much room I'll need to leave, if any. But I realized part of the reason I have such trouble getting into my writing is that the worlds of other authors seem so much more real to me than my own. I'm always uncertain. What can the houses be made of? What would be realistic? I know it doesn't have to obey the rules of our world, but it has to make sense according to the rules of my world. So I'm going to try to spend time making my worlds more real.
Work work work. It's a bit more tolerable now that I've given up on caring. Funny, huh? But I don't think it can last long. Especially when summer classes start if he schedules me when I said I can't work.
Just saw Night at the Museum. It was good, pretty fun, but too unrealistic this time (I mean, they flew from DC to New York and back presumably in under an hour in Amelia Aerhart's old plane). Star Trek and Terminator Salvation were much better, but I guess that shouldn't be too surprising. I am weirdly fascinated by the fact that the actor for Chekov in Star Trek was John Connor's teenaged dad in Terminator.
I'm tired. We drank last night (went to Medieval Times with Morgan, fun times), and I didn't sleep that well due to it. Danny woke up at 7, crazy man that he is. He'll be tired soon, especially with it raining now.
We're thinking about trying to buy a townhouse and rent out one of the rooms, but first I'd have to have a job with regular money. So here's hoping the hiring freeze lifts soon.