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Is anyone else having issues with The Coppermine Gallery's video player? Neither the Miami nor the Criminal Intent videos are working on my computer and this distresses me.
What also distresses me is the very limited selection of crime drama DVDs in that Blockbuster.com mailing service. But onward.
I'm not sure how much fun the creative writing class is going to be. The teacher has been at pains to emphasize how honest she is, and how she generally "focuses on what doesn't work in your story, because that's how you improve".
Yes, I know this is a good thing, but it also means that every time I turn in some pretentious, supposedly-literary piece of crap, I'm going to have my ass handed to me on a platter. I'm not looking forward to that, much good though I'm sure it will do me. And it doesn't help that she mentioned that students have broken down and cried in her class. Swell.
Honestly, it's not the criticism I'm scared of. I can take criticism. What I'm scared of is crying in public if she's really that bad. I hate crying in public. I don't even like crying in theaters, even though I do it all the time.
Actually, that's a lie - what I'm most scared of is everyone in the class reading my stuff. Some of the things I write, I can't imagine showing to anyone at all, ever, so a roomful of strangers is not a welcome sight.
She also asked us to make up something we wish people thought about us as part of that cliche, getting-to-know-you exercise. When it got to my turn, she commented on my paleness and said (after I gave the extremely unimaginative "I'm secretly a famous author and have busloads of critical acclaim" thing for my made-up fact) "I can see a lot of love stories coming out of you. We're going to have to fix that". (But she said it with a smile.)
I stand no chance against this woman. Going back to my crappy fanfic bubble now, kthanx.
Speaking of fanfic, there's a dark, secret, shameful corner of my soul that wants to write a Briscoe-and-Green-era Law and Order/Doctor Who crossover. I have thus far managed to suppress it because I have no coherent ideas for such a story, but the seed has been planted, and it won't be too much longer before it becomes difficult to uproot.
I got several compliments on my Piet Mondrian shirt today, which surprised me, considering that when I've worn it before back home nobody knew what it was and asked me why I had colorful squares on my shirt.
In one of those I-hate-my-writing funks again, which sucks because I'm also feeling just a touch inspired. The two don't work well together.
Also, are you watching Eureka yet? If you're not, go do that right now. Last night's episode was utter love, and reminded me of why I started watching the show. Eureka writers? I will happily have your children upon request.
I'm not doing so great at this 'leaving my room' thing, but then again, it's only the first week. Maybe it'll get better as the year goes on.
(Which is exactly what I said last year. A room of my own was not a good idea.)
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All joking aside, everyone else has to share as much as you do, and they're not all going to be brilliant. And students generally have to be coaxed into saying less-than-positive things, even for constructive purposes, because they're all similarly afraid of opening up their stuff for review. I give generally unreputable advice, but my tactic was to pick out one better writer to be inspired by, and then focus on who *I* was better than. Created a small platter of self-confidence to start from, at least.
And - wait. You got a single room? GIVE HERE. NOW. Being on different campuses is merely a tiny logistical problem...
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What you described is pretty much what I tried to do in my high school writing class, but that class was full of people younger than me, and even back then my writing was (looking at it now) quite poor. But it's more just the embarassment of having everyone know what I write than what they'll actually say.
Actually, it's a double, but I ended up roommate-less. It's nice having privacy and extra space, but it's also quite lonely, and it doesn't do anything for the social skills I'm supposed to be developing.
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Ah, well, I do kinda know that feeling. I don't really know how to combat it, since my usual method of dealing with embarrasment is to go into ostrich mode until I can pretend it never happened. Sorry. *hugs* Just write something that'll blow them all away, and you'll be glad they know you wrote it. :) (yes, I know. "Just"?!)
Actually, it's a double, but I ended up roommate-less.
Spoooky, that's how I spent my sophomore year too. But on that note, STILL JEALOUS. And--
Voice: WHY ARE YOU REPLYING TO COMMENTS INSTEAD OF WORKING ON FIC RECS?! *chases her off with whip at heels*
RS's Distant Voice: I'm over 1/3 doooone...
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Just, indeed. I suppose I should start now, then.
I probably won't be like this for an entire year - just a semester, until the college gets my living situation sorted out. So don't be too jealous. XD
And yaaay, recs are finished! *moseys off to read*
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I do believe that Flanagan can give good feedback on stories, but you have to seek out the good stuff, and sometimes badger her until she actually tells you something constructive. I remember that Jen had to corner Flanagan in her office and repeatedly (politely) demand editorial guidance in order to get any.
I guess this isn't making you feel more optimistic, is it? :/
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