Time has gone by. Its the end of my semester at my junior college. I came to realize that what exactly I want to do in life may not be route I thought I should take.
My novel, which I'm sure no one even cares about, is being drafted right now. I didn't realize at first when I was writing, but oh well. This means that everything I've written so for is basically... Well, guess I can't say it. I'll just say its bad right now. I've been told by the people in my writing class that it reads more like a screenplay than it does a novel. That's bad.
Not to worry. I at least want the story to go from start to finish, even if it does so in a poor manner. I believe I have 96 pages written of seemingly raw material. Progress, not perfection. I can perfect it when I'm done.
Assuming there is someone out there who cares, which I'm sure there isn't, I have written some other stuff outside this novel. I even wrote a 5 page piece of writing that basically spoke about writing a 5 page piece of writing, good for some laughs. I've also written 2 short stories and several poems. The quality of all those pieces are much better than my novel's quality.
Well, now I have three self promises I'm making for the summer. I will get a summer job, I will draft up my novel, and I will exercise my body.
One last note, I did get Lost Planet for the PC, and I've played through both Dead Rising and Resident Evil 5, but I do not own those two.
