I finished as much homework as I'm going to do tonight. I have to bring in an "artistic medium" for my computer writing class on Thursday. And then give a two minute presentation on why it inspires me/a memory of it/why it is special to me. I think I'm going to bring in a poem, The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot. That is my favorite poem in the world. Damn brilliant.
It's gonna rain here soon. I can feel it. You know that feeling in the air, where it just seems almost fluid? That's here. And it's cold. So it will rain.
I guess I put too much of my emotions and actual being in A-A-G, because I just feel sick that Gerard left. It doesn't even feel as if I'm writing it anymore! It's like one moment I sit down at the computer, and then the next there's this chapter posted that just shatters my heart and makes me feel like I'm letting everyone down, including the characters of Frankie and Gee. And when you get too emotionally invested, you start actually putting pieces of yourself in the story. So when bad things happen, I feel bad too.
That probably makes no sense at all.
Anyway, have fun with your class and essay and such.
Thanks, I might post another Postcards chapter later today. I've already written it up, I'm just giving everyone a chance to read.
My school isn't open today, so I'm just trying to catch up with all of my stories. Although I'm not sure how much I want to catch up with A-A-G. It's making me feel sick to my stomach. But I'm trying to write up the next chapter for my original fic, and then maybe some of the stories I put on hiatus for A-A-G.
Or maybe I'm just getting myself way in over my head.
Well, I could do the stupid motherly thing and suggest you not smoke again. But you're a big girl, and I trust that you'll do whatever you want despite what some random girl on a website tells you.
I actually wanted to apologize for the comment. I mean, I meant every single word about it, your story is beautiful. But sometimes I get so excited that I tend to ramble on and on.
I just needed to know how to test for Autism. Which is how I learned that you can't test specifically for Autism. Which led to the doctors that try to diagnose Autism. Which led to pretty much that entire chapter. It proved very fruitful.
Just a moment of whoriness, but could you read my new poem Death by Lies?
Oh, you read the update? I'll go check my comments now. I'm so happy you liked it though, I had to actually do a little research on Autism and stuff. I wanted to write something that not many people wrote about, at least for the chapter. Something no one would see coming.
As for your own update, I'd definitely read it if you posted one. Even if it is short. Sometimes the shortest chapters hold everything in nothing at all.
I'm glad. Your comment was great. I actually was surprised when the chapter confused a lot of people, but I mean, of course it didn't confuse me, since it came straight from my own mind.
Another thing that surprised me was that someone had already used that line, "I wish our love was right now." It was brought to my attention that an actual author used that in one of her books, in a series I've never read before. So I guess it wasn't as original as I'd thought. Weird how I thought I was coming up with it, but I guess not.
Oh...why did I think it was reunion? Geesh, I cannot read these days, that's the second time something like that happened. My apologies to the QSU of your campus.