I feel sort of like my life is a large chaotic knot of school, writing novels, my boyfriend and work. Ironically last semester I took 17 credits, and it felt like a cake-walk, while this semester, I'm taking 11 credits and I feel like I don't even have time to breathe. I miss having more free time. I miss having days where I can just relax and think for hours on a storyline or character development. I miss when my schedule didn't conflict with all of my friends' and my boyfriend's schedules. I feel like I don't see them much anymore.
Even though I don't have much free time generally, I do take advantage of any moment that I DO. I even developed a new story idea for a fiction novel. Normally I write fantasy, and have even dabbled in sci-fi, but just regular modern-day fiction has been really difficult for me. I always have this fear that if I don't write from experience, it will sound insincere and stupid. This time though, I've found a story where it doesn't have to just be my life with fake names, it's actually a story that has no basis in my own life other than the fact that I'm writing it. Of course, I do have to use my knowledge of human behavior and places that I've been, but otherwise I can research and be fine. I'm just proud that I finally found my fiction novel. By finally, I mean, since I began writing legitimate novels 8 years ago, I haven't found a good enough one to actually finish. This one seems like a keeper.
Anyways, off to bed. I have to get up slightly early to catch the bus to college -_-. I wish I had a car... oh well.
P.S. Sorry for the unorganized and strange post. The others will be less meaningless.
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