the good bit of academia, and more importantly the peace of the season
I have been quite good lately, writing on my novelthing often, and in the process moving the plot forward and finally making things happen to the already-developed characters. I love how much I love my main character, Eliza. I think it is a good sign that she seems so real - I wonder if anyone else who read it would think so too, or do I just think she is real because she is in many ways like me (only more exaggeratedly worrisome)? I hope it is the former.
Also I have made some developments in the story which I did not intend to be there at all. But which I am very excited about. Writing is so much more exciting when one knows where one is going with a story. I don't at all know the particulars, but I know what will happen ultimately, and what little things will provide the turning points and balancing points of the story. And it is so much more lovely when one knows one's characters so much that returning to writing about them is rather a delight because it allows the author to rendezvous in imagination with someone beautiful (even if the character in question does not realize it).
And I am enveloped in books. Stories are always going about. I am rereading Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, and am once more in the clutches of doing voracious research on my favorite author (Thoreau ♥), seized by a frenzy to find out as much as I can about his ambiguous relationship with a certain purportedly lovely Ellen Sewall. I'm also going to have to *sigh* write The Long Research Paper of the school year, which has made its debut terribly early this time because seniors have not yet gotten lazy like they surely will. But I think the timing of the paper around Christmas is not to be celebrated. Anyway, I'm going at Science and Religion. Exploring how they unite and whatnot and such. Hum.
But more important is the snow on the branches. Oh my gosh, it is so beautiful. I can't stop staring at the snow whenever I pass a window, and when outside it is like being in fairyland. Winter is my favorite season. I am surrounded by such beauty that stepping out is a religious experience.
Also I have made some developments in the story which I did not intend to be there at all. But which I am very excited about. Writing is so much more exciting when one knows where one is going with a story. I don't at all know the particulars, but I know what will happen ultimately, and what little things will provide the turning points and balancing points of the story. And it is so much more lovely when one knows one's characters so much that returning to writing about them is rather a delight because it allows the author to rendezvous in imagination with someone beautiful (even if the character in question does not realize it).
And I am enveloped in books. Stories are always going about. I am rereading Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, and am once more in the clutches of doing voracious research on my favorite author (Thoreau ♥), seized by a frenzy to find out as much as I can about his ambiguous relationship with a certain purportedly lovely Ellen Sewall. I'm also going to have to *sigh* write The Long Research Paper of the school year, which has made its debut terribly early this time because seniors have not yet gotten lazy like they surely will. But I think the timing of the paper around Christmas is not to be celebrated. Anyway, I'm going at Science and Religion. Exploring how they unite and whatnot and such. Hum.
But more important is the snow on the branches. Oh my gosh, it is so beautiful. I can't stop staring at the snow whenever I pass a window, and when outside it is like being in fairyland. Winter is my favorite season. I am surrounded by such beauty that stepping out is a religious experience.
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