Horrible days make for horrible…days? I don’t really know.

So, yesterday started off real swell – I got all of my first picks of classes for next semester. Naturally, I figured that nothing could go wrong yesterday…until everything did. Pretty much anything that could go wrong, did go wrong, and it was just overall, a horrible day. Honestly, what I think happened was that I put high expectations for the day so early in the morning that I was destined to hate the rest of the day. Nothing can get better than that moment right there.

Although it brings me great pleasure to complain about my life, I’m going to switch gears and discuss one of the many topics I am interested in. Today’s topic *drumroll* BEING UNDECLARED!!

Alright, so I’ve always been the person who knows what she’s doing, where she’s going, and how she’s going to do it. It’s the little bit of OCD in me that makes me need to have a plan, and know all of the twists and turns that could be up ahead. Well…I am at a college I was pretty much dead-set against, undeclared, and having little to no idea what I’m going to do next. And amazingly, that’s just fine. I’m starting to appreciate being able to just sit back and not worry about everything quite so much. Something’ll come along eventually that will make sense to me, and I’ll be able to just roll with it.

But being undeclared…when you say it to some people, they just nod and go “cool, you can go anywhere with that” type of thing. Then there’s the other people who look at you funny with a “get your life together” type of look. I’m not exactly undeclared by choice – okay, I am, but it’s because I’m trying to get into the Songwriting program. It happens. I’m not in yet, so for the time being, I’m just living college life, getting my Gen Eds out of the way, and spending a ton of money on my tuition. There’s always that tuition part that makes it hard to sleep at night!

I actually like being undeclared. It’s nice knowing that I can go anywhere as of this point and be able to catch up with whatever degree I’m going to be settling into, versus starting to follow some path mindlessly and get so far behind that I would need to take an extra year or something. I also like that I’m not being told what I can and cannot take – pretty much the entire university catalog is open at my fingertips. It’s great being able to be so flexible with my schedule. For example, next semester, I have one class on Mondays and Wednesdays and no class on Fridays. Yes, I have four classes Tuesdays and five on Thursdays, but they’re spread out, so it’s not like classclassclassclass, more like class       class class class (     class for Thursdays). If I was going in with a certain major, I wouldn’t have gotten that dream schedule. And, you can bet I’ll be sleeping in some days! Actually, no, unless you consider seven sleeping in. I’m adding working out to my schedule, so that I make sure I do it.

I have homework to do, so I shall take off. I know it’s been a while since I’ve been on here, but it’s not like anyone’s been reading these, anyways. Stats are still down to zero…*sad face**not really, I don’t really care that much*




The horridness of trying to write

So, some of you might be aware that I am a highly imaginative person. I come up with random stories on a regular basis, with characters and everything. What some of you might not know is that I’ve actually finished writing books already. I will never share them, because they are in the encyclopedia next to “a terrible story”, because while their plots were whole, the rest of the book was so jumpy and blah that it is no more than a frame work. Essentially, if I would ever use those stories, I would need to scratch it all and just rewrite them, which would take a long time, because this time, I would do it right.

I had kind of put my story-writing days behind me when I came down to Nashville, but the other night, in honor of the author Stephenie Meyer, turned on some Muse. And before I knew it, I had written eight pages of a new story. Here’s the beginning: I know, it’s fantastic.

IN THE BEGINNING, there was a boy, and there was a girl. As tragically boring as that sounds, in the heart of it all, that is all any story comes down to. Star crossed lovers, fighting to be together as hard as the world tries to keep them apart. It is remarkably simple, complicated only by the inventions of their minds, providing reasons to split apart. This heart of a story, prevalent in all genres, is all together so unremarkable that it is difficult to understand the appeal. People run for the known, embracing the fairytale endings and eventual promise of forever. The unknown and uncertain cause even the bravest to run with tails between their legs.

The first line was what really started it all. That was the first thing that popped into my head, and as I typed, these characters started acting out their lives in my head, and now I know where they’re going. It’s also one of those books that has a “Book One” and “Book Two” within the book, although I have really only made the pages for the two of those and haven’t done a ton of work on the book itself. When I find a scene that happened, I write it in, and eventually everything will slide together. At least, I hope it does. That’s the endgame here.

For some of you who have read my writings before, this is a completely different style than that of what I’ve normally done. It’s much drier, I would say, but not necessarily hard to read. If you’re not a big reader, maybe it is, because it’s not just everyday talk, but I like it. Kind of a nod to the olden days of books, I feel.

As if it wasn’t enough to be writing one book, I’ve been going back and revisiting characters from two other books that I wrote (they were part of a “series”, if you want to call them that) and starting to work on that story. It might seem a little counter-productive to be working on more than one book at a time, but it’s almost better. If I get stuck on one, I’m certainly not stuck on the other. My biggest problem is, although I write it all in my head, it’s sometimes a struggle to get it all down on paper (or on my computer, as in this case). The story I stuck in above isn’t as big of an issue, but the other one I’ve started to work on is more of a sci-fi book, so much of the stuff going on would work better conveyed to the big screen. It’s hard to describe some of the stuff, because no matter how well I describe it, you’ll see it differently than I intended it. And there’s some major action scenes, too, and those are nearly impossible to write.

Speaking of impossible to write, I hate romance scenes. My above story (working title – Something in a Name) is obviously going to feature a few, but I find it just so darn hard to write them. It’s the bit of modesty in me that I have issues of going outside – I try to keep everything very vague, just out of habit. It makes me uncomfortable when I have to read a kissing scene, and it’s even worse when I try to write one. Honestly, I think it’s because it is such an emotional thing – kissing, I mean – that it’s not something that can necessarily be transferred to paper without losing something, and that’s where it gets awkward. Regardless, I hate writing them. Almost as much as I hate writing essays.

To top it off, there’s two other past-stories that I want to revisit (I have a good idea where one goes, the other not so much), but they’re not as developed as the two I’m working on now. One (two) at a time. We’ll see if I can get these first two done, first.