Lax over here too
I too have fallen prey to poor blog upkeep.
It's been a nice couple days, the weather has been very pleasant and many hours have been spent outside on the lawn reading. I've got less than two months left, and it's so unfortunate that with each day that brings me closer to my departure, the weather makes it easier and easier to appreciate my surroundings.
I have two major presentations to ready for this coming week, and it's amazing how I haven't done any work for either of them. I'm supposed to speak intelligently for a while on Woody Allen's "Annie Hall," which shouldn't be too difficult. I'm also supposed to describe influences and themes and the writing process in a piece of my fiction, which normally would be an utter field day for me except I'm put off by the fact that nobody I'm presenting to will have read the piece I'm presenting on. It's not like I'm asking them to read the entirety of The Silence (35,000+ words), it's a single short story (3,000 words). But we can't read everybody's work, so we can't read anybody's work unless it's exceptionally short.
Oh well. I suppose I'm going to have to make it work somehow.
I'm a little worried about my fiction class next year-- I'm afraid I'm not diverse enough as a writer.
I really hope I can get cracking on The Silence again this summer. I don't want to lose it.
So apparently I'm playing two major roles in separate productions of the Writers' Festival here at Exeter. I told myself I only wanted minimal involvement in theater so I'd have time to focus on other things (like watching Samurai Champloo), but it seems as though it's in for a penny, in for a pound. An inescapable fact of the theatrical life. Jury's out on how much I'm gonna participate next year.
Well, I better get started on... something, I guess. Maybe I'll watch just one more episode of Champloo. It couldn't hurt, could it?
It's been a nice couple days, the weather has been very pleasant and many hours have been spent outside on the lawn reading. I've got less than two months left, and it's so unfortunate that with each day that brings me closer to my departure, the weather makes it easier and easier to appreciate my surroundings.
I have two major presentations to ready for this coming week, and it's amazing how I haven't done any work for either of them. I'm supposed to speak intelligently for a while on Woody Allen's "Annie Hall," which shouldn't be too difficult. I'm also supposed to describe influences and themes and the writing process in a piece of my fiction, which normally would be an utter field day for me except I'm put off by the fact that nobody I'm presenting to will have read the piece I'm presenting on. It's not like I'm asking them to read the entirety of The Silence (35,000+ words), it's a single short story (3,000 words). But we can't read everybody's work, so we can't read anybody's work unless it's exceptionally short.
Oh well. I suppose I'm going to have to make it work somehow.
I'm a little worried about my fiction class next year-- I'm afraid I'm not diverse enough as a writer.
I really hope I can get cracking on The Silence again this summer. I don't want to lose it.
So apparently I'm playing two major roles in separate productions of the Writers' Festival here at Exeter. I told myself I only wanted minimal involvement in theater so I'd have time to focus on other things (like watching Samurai Champloo), but it seems as though it's in for a penny, in for a pound. An inescapable fact of the theatrical life. Jury's out on how much I'm gonna participate next year.
Well, I better get started on... something, I guess. Maybe I'll watch just one more episode of Champloo. It couldn't hurt, could it?
posted by Nate at 6:45 AM
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