Tuesday, August 24, 2010

College, Home, and Solace

I was literally forced to go up the nearest community college and register for classes. I took the placement exam, as per usual, aced English [a-duh], I was exempt from Reading for amazing SAT scores, and I got TWO remedial Math classes. (What can I say, I hate Math.) And here I am, I don't know how many hours later wondering just what in the world I'd gotten myself into.

At any rate, I'm glad to be back home, if only for some sleep, and to wake up to head back to my old high school, get the transcript, go back to the college and register officially. (Sigh) I keep repeating to myself: I am happy, I am happy, I AM happy....

Of course it's not true but I've grown up placing my happiness on the back seat for others, I know it's wrong now because I'm all unwilling to "step out into the world," because quite frankly, I see the world as complete shit and yes, I DON'T wish to be apart of it. That said, I like the college. It's nice, and if I can get some good writing classes and theater, I don't give a shit what else I get.

Now, on the to the writing:

My true friend in this time of retardation (is that word, I think it's a word). Writing, my aid in a time of turmoil. (Heavenly sigh). Oh sweet writing. [Dances in mid-air while wielding black roses.] 

Because that's how writing makes me feel. -_-

Ahem, yes, in lieu of finally making some sense, I'll begin with this: I've reached Chapter 20 in my sequel...[holds for applause]...and now I've no idea where else to take it. A lot more must happen...it's just the working out of GETTING those things to happen. I find myself REALLY wanting to skip ahead and just write the goddamn ending already. ;) {Who's with me?}

And now, [clearing throat], I speak more on character development and plot, whereas I would if I knew what the hell I was talking about. I've a headache the size of Mount Rushmore, I feel as though I'm being pulled in 20 directions, and I can't even face my book right now (please tell me I'm not the only one).

Thus, I leave and find solace in tea, the television (damn you corporate America), and the last Harry Potter (reading for the 20th time I think. I'm at the end and it's so terribly horrible. That said I CAN'T WAIT for the first part of the ending -- the movie, I mean. Expect a full review when I go see it.)

[Waves hand to fellow lovely writers.]

Tra la la.

Sheron Parris


  1. I really didn't want to go to college either, but when I started working for a writer, he pointed out that a lot of successful writers had their B.A. in English. I don't know how I did it, but I managed to show up to all my classes, got my degree and years later I think it was the best choice for me. There was a lot about writing that I learned in college that I think would have taken me twice as long to learn outside of school.

    Of course, I didn't learn everything, but it was a good beginning for this career. Now I'm thinking about joining the MFA program for creative writing.

    Hope your college experience is beneficial and pleasing.

  2. All right, but now it might be a while before I can write up the questions for the interview because I've only got this week to relax before I return to school and now I've got training for work which is exhausting.
    I'll email you hopefully soon. If not, please forgive me and remind several days or something.
    Happy writing,

  3. Sorry this is late but:

    *APPLAUDS* Chapter 20!

    Also, taking time away from writing for a break is good. I haven't even looked at my novel this week. Yes I feel a tad guilty BUT I have all sort of ideas where it needs to go :)