In a word, I find creative writing workshops to be utterly terrible; my pomposity tends to get the better of me in there. Either I'm forced to endure poor criticism, or I get to listen to poor Nickelback-based lyrics.
If you're serious about writing, go to maybe one workshop, just to see how ridiculous it is. Welcome to the subtler world of mediocrity. You'll find that a workshop can only provide so much for you, if anything at all.
Maybe I've had a bad experience with workshops. My Intro to Creative Writing class is filled with students who are barely even there for the grades. I don't know if most of them understand the art of the pen.
The bed calls, my rant is through. À bientôt!
Monday, November 3, 2008
The Weekend - A Reprise of Values
I can understand why some people refuse to drink. I watched a woman contort her face into the most disgusting, anguished shapes as she cried into her booze. My stomach turned for alcohol, and now I’m a far more conscious person about downing a drink or two.
Of course, that didn’t stop me from getting snookered on Halloween. I went down to a friend’s party, played a couple of drinking games, drank some more, and then attempted to play freecell solitaire on the coffee table. Aside from the punch tasting like Dimetapp, the evening was pretty enjoyable.
After I got tired of drinking cough suppressant, I trudged back to my room and slept off a potential hangover: a fitting welcome mat for the weekend. I spent most of Saturday and Sunday catching up in Questionable Content, and I’ve been thinking over my life on and off.
I was thinking about dropping out of college, seeing as I can’t come back in the spring anyway, but I’ll live here for a while longer. I feel like Holden Caulfield these days. I really do. I’m on the verge of publishing something of worth, so I think I’ll concentrate more on my writing than my classes. These lectures are only to guide us as far as we’re willing to go, of course.
So, the ultimate moral of the story? Friends are precious, and enjoy your time with them, because no matter where you go in life, the times you have with your friends will be more important than any job you find. And keep away from Dimetapp, it gives a hell of a hangover.
Of course, that didn’t stop me from getting snookered on Halloween. I went down to a friend’s party, played a couple of drinking games, drank some more, and then attempted to play freecell solitaire on the coffee table. Aside from the punch tasting like Dimetapp, the evening was pretty enjoyable.
After I got tired of drinking cough suppressant, I trudged back to my room and slept off a potential hangover: a fitting welcome mat for the weekend. I spent most of Saturday and Sunday catching up in Questionable Content, and I’ve been thinking over my life on and off.
I was thinking about dropping out of college, seeing as I can’t come back in the spring anyway, but I’ll live here for a while longer. I feel like Holden Caulfield these days. I really do. I’m on the verge of publishing something of worth, so I think I’ll concentrate more on my writing than my classes. These lectures are only to guide us as far as we’re willing to go, of course.
So, the ultimate moral of the story? Friends are precious, and enjoy your time with them, because no matter where you go in life, the times you have with your friends will be more important than any job you find. And keep away from Dimetapp, it gives a hell of a hangover.
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