I was going to write something today. Something meaningful and grand, or maybe just simple and beautiful. But I got lazy, and watched Spongebob instead.
I had this idea, going in, that becoming a writer would be easier for me than for most people, and so far it has been pretty easy, but that’s because I haven’t really started. Who am I kidding? All I really have is a blog and a half-dozen unfinished projects, and a few finished short stories, and the first draft of what looks to be an absolutely awful novel. Oh, and enough poems that the ink for printing all of them would cost me an arm and a leg. But most of that stuff was pretty much from the “pre-epiphany” phase.
You know what I’ve REALLY done since I’ve “decided to become a writer?” I’ve progressed further with my guitar playing in the last week than I did in the previous year, I quit drinking soda, I cut out the cigarettes, I’ve watched an obscene amount of television and an insane number of films, I’ve read books by Nietzsche and Stephen King and everyone in between, I’ve learned how to draw realistic-looking noses, and I have written so, so little. Actually, I’m happy about it. Because the little I have written is generally pretty cool (except for the short story I’ve been working on for creative writing class). Quality over quantity, right?
Anyway, that was just a life update and stuff. Soon I’ll be uploading the short story I’ve been working on for creative writing class. And let’s be clear: by “I’ve been working on it,” I mean I slammed down a first draft and never looked at it again. So seriously, don’t expect much.
Also: I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but I got into UC Riverside. Yay!