No, this post is not about the Relient K song. It's an honest piece about the fact that, sometimes, I feel like I'll never be done writing.
Here's what happened.
I decided that, for my first serious approach to writing, I was going to start with a trilogy. (Note: this was a really dumb idea.) Sure, I'd begun about twenty books before. I'd even completed a draft of one or two. I'd never, however, decided that I was going to pursue a book to its total and final completion. Then came The Trace, an idea that festered and stuck around long enough to reach its conclusion. Thus, my first time writing a book that I really wanted to finish, was a complicated trilogy that only got more convoluted the more I wrote.
I really have been.
I've been struggling to understand the purpose of my own blog. Website. Am I confined to only speaking about things related to writing? If I talk too much about myself outside of writingology, will people take me less seriously? I have lots of things I want to talk about–things about the world, things about the media, things about me–but do those things belong here?
The answer, I think, is yes and no. This isn't a website about my political persuasion, so that should be left out. This is, however, a website about me. So, on occasion, I'll talk a little less about writing and a little more about me. Here are some things that have been keeping me busy.
I do have 5 drafts that are waiting to be written and eventually published, so don't think I've forgotten about my wonderings. I'll be back in a jiffy. (After writing that sentence, I wondered where "jiffy" came from, so I looked it up. According to Wikipedia, "Jiffy is an informal term for any unspecified short period of time, as in 'I will be back in a jiffy.' From this it has acquired a number of more precise applications for short, very short, or extremely short periods of time. First attested in 1785. the word's origin is unclear, though one suggestion is that it was thieves' cant for lighting."
Due to excess school work and the knowledge that anything I write right now will be crap, I've been on a semester-long writing break. This has been both good and bad.
I've been collecting this list for awhile, which means that I've actually had to pay attention in class. Let me preface this by admitting to having used all of these words, and all of them incorrectly. I only say them because I get lots of nods and "Mmhmmms" and then I feel the glimmer of victory and acceptance. Anywho, this list is meant as no disrespect to my fellow English majorians; there are just, you know, certain words that we all end up using over...and over...and over again.
Paradox: "All wisdom ends in paradox," quotes my professor multiple times. Jeffrey Eugenides knows what that means, but the only time I successfully use this word is when I talk about time-traveling. So paradox = weird things that happen when Hermione uses the Time-Turner. Or, when the end conclusion contradicts the beginning and yet is true...wait...I'm grasping it...NO! Lost it. Someone tell me what a paradox is.
Dichotomy: *WARNING* Everything has a dichotomy in an English class. It's what separates two opposite things. This is how I typically hear it used: "There's an interesting dichotomy between Harry and Voldemort..." or more accurately, "The dichotomy between the representations of good versus evil causes a paradoxical climactic procedural antithesis of a micro-cosmic velocity." Or something like that.
Haha. As if I had a life before. I am so funny.
Goodbye summer, hello new semester! Unfortunately, my schedule is thus far tentative, something that stresses me out and has turned my hair even more frizzy. Thanks, Florida + stress.
French Revolution: I just want to know if Jean Valjean is a real person.
Ancient Greece: So I can finally read that copy of The Odyssey that is collecting dust on my bookshelf.
Creative Writing: Flash Fiction on The Walking Dead. CAN LIFE GET ANY BETTER? Only thing is, I'm wait-listed for the class, which is already capped, so I don't think I'll be able to get in. Sorrow. I find out tomorrow whether or not I'll be writing FF on what would have happened had the Governor not gone crazy. (Um, season three wouldn't have happened, that's what.)
Senior Seminar - Tolkein and Lewis: Favorite author + another favorite author = howcouldInottakethisclass.
Piano: So I can regain my former glory as the master of "Chopsticks" and "Heart and Soul." Then again, I might not be accepted into the class, and then I don't know what I'll do!
Essentially, my life is now going to turn into this:
when I just want it to be this:
Okay. Just finished Fringe. Thoughts:
Confusions aside, I loved it. I mean, John Noble as a loving, eccentric father who isn't out to douse himself in oil and set himself on fire from Faramir's burning body? Can't resist. Although I secretly hate J.J. Abrams for stealing particles of my brain and thus creating The Observers, a.k.a. THE TACEO. I created them before I ever watched Fringe! In tenth grade, actually. I have evidence in a folder entitled "Stories" and inside The-Story-Which-Shall-Never-Be-Named-Due-To-Excess-Humiliation.
This is a website about me as an author, so, naturally, my blog posts should be about me as a writer. But guess what! I develop as a writer through these posts, so every single thing I talk about concerns me as a writer. Since right now I'm writing. Duh.
There's a lot of pressure to write this post. It's my first one, and I don't even know what to say.
"Hello, I'm Rebecca, but you can call me Becky. Uhh...I wrote a book?"
Who said writing was easy? Why did you lie to me??