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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.)