It's tearing you apart, wondering what that is. Well . . . I'm still plugging along on my MA; I've just endured an enlightening read of James Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man - that didn't thrill me, but I suppose everybody studying literature is forced to read it at some point. I was impressed with the dialogue. That's about all I can say for it. I've had to read some other more satisfying books, but if I post about them I will do it later.
In spite of my failure to report the numbers, I have been writing, beefing up my portfolio to try to get into an MFA of Creative Writing for next fall. I am getting a good chunk of short stories in my new series put together, with a respectable number of segments jotted down in my pocket notebook. I'm pleased with where the characters are going and the potential the series has. I've not been able to come up with a title for the it, which is strange because I often start with a title or know what the title should be once I begin to grasp the story. What do you call a series about a cowboy in the early-to-mid nineties? I hopefully will come up with something bettet than The [Main-Character] Stories soon.
I've come across a fairly fun band called Skillet. They sound like a cross of Hinder, Evanescence, and Plumb. It's always nice to find something hard-rockish that won't leave the kids scarred if they hear it. Here's one of their tunes set to a segment of Bleach (for you Zilla).
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Write On.
R.
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I've been thinking about your short stories. You know, it sounds like you have a whole novel going, but in pieces. All your missing is the connective bits. It's good to hear you're writing.
Oh, and the band, Skillet, I like them. I wasn't sure that I would, but they're good. =)
Whew, I'm glad I didn't study literature any more than I did. I still feel obligated to read my share of classic literature, but at least I wasn't forced to. Well, not much.
That Skillet song was pretty cool.
James Joyce...you poor, poor soul. I've steadfastly avoided anything to do with JJ since the traumatic experience of trying to read Ulysses in high school. Nobody was making me do it, I just thought it was supposed to be a good book (and Ulysses...I was thinking of Homer and all that). I suppose there's good to be had in it or discerning people would read it, but Joyce's oeuvre is one of those places in literature I just won't go.
As obnoxious as so much of it was, I really do miss being in grad school sometimes. Just the sheer immersion in all things literary and scholarly. There were some great times--the kind of experience you can't get anywhere else.
Pretty good song. It actually reminded me a lot of Seether.
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