The past couple of months have been rather busy. School, as you know, has started again. Fiction writing class has begun, as well as Art. I can’t wait to start learning all about figure and gesture drawing, anatomy, oil painting, and all the other wonderful things that come with being an artist. This includes monstrous frustration with the creations one produces, the prowling and staring in horrified admiration at artists who are so supremely skilled that one doubts that such artistic beauty could ever be attained.
The fiction writing class has given me a good deal of things to dwell upon, including the general dislike of verbosity, the importance of character-showing-dialogue, and that psychological adverbs are evidently (ha!) a no-no. Which is one thing for a succinct gentleman to believe, and quite another weighty concept for a starry-eyed young writer to accept. Yes. I don’t like his dislike of adverbs. But he is really a fine teacher, a splendid one, and I have not much else to say on this . . . I already vented my frustration elsewhere. But beyond that it is all well. Here are some things that I have experienced lately:
wishing that I could do NaNoWriMo and knowing that it would never work :(//Having an Anne of Green Gables marathon with a good friend//meeting at Roots Coffe-house with the aforementioned friend, and spending hours talking about everything (family history, books, P.E. Island, movies, swing dancing *sighs*, Prom dresses, graduation, school, essays, and the list goes on)//Finding out that my favorite drink in the world, milk, does not like me back. In other words, I have not the enzymes necessary to take in Lactose//Talking to God and asking Him dozens upon dozens of questions about His nature//Hearing God answer me through the amazing messages my pastor gives//Driving to Barnes and Nobles//Loving Lackadaisy//Mourning that the Dreamer Serial will not continue until January//Finding new books to read//Coming up with whole chunks of story during school and not being able to write them down//letting my stories take visual shape in a drawing pad//drinking tea in a coffee shop and drawing while listening to Native by One Republic//Looking at old family photos