I really don’t want to write this paper

As in I really, really, REALLY don’t want to write it.

The class was good, and the stuff we learned was interesting (and even profoundly compelling at times), but the grading is arbitrary, the class didn’t present itself as a challenge, and I’ve already written one final paper this week.  One freaking fantastic final paper that is going to rock my other teacher’s world (or at least break a 90, inshallah)!

But yeah, I’ve got this paper due at 4:30 pm on Monday…and I haven’t written the first word yet (though I’ve written the bibliography and cover page)…and I’ve barely got my thesis argument figured out in my mind…

All I really want to do is write in my novel!

Down to the last stretch

…in more ways than one.  School is coming to a close, I’m making my final preparations for the study abroad, and this novel is only one or two chapters from completion (in rough draft form, that is.  Very rough draft form).  Now that I’m almost finished with this draft of the novel, I’m able to see a number of things I’ve learned about writing from the experience…

Wow…2,500 words

Yeah, that’s quite a bit more than I thought.  I started late in the day, in between sessions of conference, and basically just wrote a little bit here and there.  Just now, I opened it up to finish up the current chapter, but decided against it since I’m really tired.  Then I did the wordcount, and wow…

One down, two to go

It’s done.  Khullas.  Blegh.  Now I’ve just got to get it peer reviewed, edit the crap out of it, write a whole ‘nother paper for a whole ‘nother class, and I’m FREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

This is totally me. 

Pravda Vitezi

So I was thinking about my story the other day, and about how the first chapter contains a lot of old sci fi cliches but not a whole lot of the unfamiliar.  I was trying to figure out what original concepts I could throw in there and how to make the point of view a lot closer to the viewpoint character (Ian), when I had this great idea…

The end-of-the-semester crunch is starting to get to me

It’s that time of year for BYU students–everything is about to come to a wonderful, beautiful, liberating close, but before that you have to pass through the very gates of hell.  Everyone is getting swamped with tests, papers, and projects, and I’m right there in the thick of it.  Man, I’m starting to wish that I wasn’t in school anymore…or at least that I wasn’t a double major…