Which, of course, would be the time that I have a nervous breakdown.
I had a little bit of a falling out with Economics homework and a literature assignment last night, so that was fun. I'm doing better now, but I can't say that I wasn't medicated. (Nutella is a drug.)
Also, I have to go to the doctor today which is
I feel like I spend a lot of time at the doctor's. Honestly, I've never been sickly, and yet somehow I keep having to go back for one reason or another. I think all the nurses know me by now, which makes the embarrassing questions they have to ask
Anywhoo, in other news, I am struggling with words. I am in a fiction writing class, and I'm made to churn out a short story every other week. This is not going as I had hoped.
I have a good grade in the class, but only one of my story's has been a complete success, and that was the first story I ever turned in. So sending in a story, having it be critiqued by your classmates and teacher, after having spent hours laboring over it and growing very attached to it, is no fun. I do not like this one bit.
Stories are a little part of me. I put a lot of work into them and I never do it halfway. I analyze every sentence. Every line. And I put pieces of my heart into it and spend forever trying to convey them prettily... and then no one likes it, or a few people in your class confuse your female character with a boy or they all decide there are too many adjectives.
That, my friends, is what we call a colossal bummer.
It's taking away my desire to write fiction.
At least my parents like what I write. But they also like it when I dance and we all know that that's not something anyone else wants to see.
Love,
Caro
P.S. Would any of you guys be upset if I changed the name of the blog, or should I keep it Pasta and Waffles forever?
I say, keep on writing and dancing. Yes. Both. :)
ReplyDelete:) I guess that does sound like the most fun option!
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ReplyDeleteAgh! Sorry. That was an accident. Anyways, I love your blog posts. Your writing makes me laugh, and I can totally relate. The doctor's seriously is torture.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Josie! :) And no kidding. It's traumatic. :P
Delete"At least my parents like what I write." I can relate to that... :)
ReplyDeleteI can also relate to your... um... strong dislike of doctors. I don't have anything against them personally - I just don't especially care for all the poking, prodding, sticking, stabbing, slicing, and dicing. :D
Also, I think we've met before (sort of)... we both write for The Film Dissectors, I believe. As there was never a formal introduction, though - nice to meet you. :) I'm enjoying the posts here, and your blog title is awesome, too. *goes into kitchen for snack* :)
Thanks, Corey! Nice to meet you, too. :) I'm glad you like the blog name! By the way, love your blog as well. :) And I'm afraid I haven't posted on Film Dissectors in quite a while... but I should get back on the wagon!
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