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Mar. 31st, 2003 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tarigwaemirAd Mundo Exteriore,
It occurs to me that this whole catching-up business is utterly unnecessary, since what matters other than that I wrote the entry? But my peace of mind, my love of consistency, makes me compulsively keep LJ as complete as I can. Which means posting up anything that I would originally post up if I had the time to go online.
Four Cats is finally up, or will be officially by tomorrow! ::cheers:: It's actually a lot more interesting than I had initially expected, something definitely worth investing time into. Of course, knowing me, I'll just work busily away on my three or four ongoing original stories and then delete them all in a fit of pique during the summer. I am this close to giving up on that weird game of Fates fragment that I posted a few days ago. I can't come up with original characters. It's easy when you're writing a P.O.V. or one-character or semi-autobiographical story, but then I feel nauseous from all the self-pitying whining or adulatory "I love life" odes that creep into my writing, depending on whether I'm depressed or ecstatic, respectively. Nevertheless, I think I'll try to get something that can work serially sometime...yes, "sometime" meaning "never" more likely as not.
I went ahead and bought that anthology of Sandman stories, edited by Gaiman, written by his various friends and acquaintances. Of course, the stories range from awful to brilliant. The first story was terrible, in my opinion, and I do think I have a pretty good opinion on the matter, being a veteran fanfic reader by now. (Though not a veteran fic writer, I'm afraid.) These stories are essentially fanfiction, and while they all have proper spelling and grammar, the grace of their prose varies somewhat. It also doesn't help that some of the writers make absolutely no effort to capture some of the style of the original material. Out of four stories I've read so far, two were absolutely sloppy. And while I don't claim that I could do a better job (certainly not), I'm not the one being published, am I? Argh.
Professor told us that we can hand in our homework at the beginning of class, since we're just poor high school students who don't live on campus. >_< He could have told us before, at the beginning of the semester, so that I wouldn't have to kill myself trying to finish by Saturday or getting Mother to hand-deliver the homework for me by noon. Speaking of math, for some reason, I managed to stay awake through the longest proof of the multivariable version of the chain rule today. I don't know how I did it, considering lack of sleep and a plethora of functions whose definitions I certainly couldn't keep straight in my head throughout the lesson.
Oh, and I got my highest essay grade ever on that Eliot critical analysis I handed in a day late. I'm pleased, because I quoted Chesterton in it. ^_^ There are actually many similarities between Chesterton and Eliot, which I would explore in greater detail if I had the time, but Mother's looking displeased. Now will go to read all those fics I saved using that nifty Scrapbook feature on IE for Mac OS X (it saves snapshots of pages, so I don't have to worry about whether the page cached or not for viewing offline).
...Tari
It occurs to me that this whole catching-up business is utterly unnecessary, since what matters other than that I wrote the entry? But my peace of mind, my love of consistency, makes me compulsively keep LJ as complete as I can. Which means posting up anything that I would originally post up if I had the time to go online.
Four Cats is finally up, or will be officially by tomorrow! ::cheers:: It's actually a lot more interesting than I had initially expected, something definitely worth investing time into. Of course, knowing me, I'll just work busily away on my three or four ongoing original stories and then delete them all in a fit of pique during the summer. I am this close to giving up on that weird game of Fates fragment that I posted a few days ago. I can't come up with original characters. It's easy when you're writing a P.O.V. or one-character or semi-autobiographical story, but then I feel nauseous from all the self-pitying whining or adulatory "I love life" odes that creep into my writing, depending on whether I'm depressed or ecstatic, respectively. Nevertheless, I think I'll try to get something that can work serially sometime...yes, "sometime" meaning "never" more likely as not.
I went ahead and bought that anthology of Sandman stories, edited by Gaiman, written by his various friends and acquaintances. Of course, the stories range from awful to brilliant. The first story was terrible, in my opinion, and I do think I have a pretty good opinion on the matter, being a veteran fanfic reader by now. (Though not a veteran fic writer, I'm afraid.) These stories are essentially fanfiction, and while they all have proper spelling and grammar, the grace of their prose varies somewhat. It also doesn't help that some of the writers make absolutely no effort to capture some of the style of the original material. Out of four stories I've read so far, two were absolutely sloppy. And while I don't claim that I could do a better job (certainly not), I'm not the one being published, am I? Argh.
Professor told us that we can hand in our homework at the beginning of class, since we're just poor high school students who don't live on campus. >_< He could have told us before, at the beginning of the semester, so that I wouldn't have to kill myself trying to finish by Saturday or getting Mother to hand-deliver the homework for me by noon. Speaking of math, for some reason, I managed to stay awake through the longest proof of the multivariable version of the chain rule today. I don't know how I did it, considering lack of sleep and a plethora of functions whose definitions I certainly couldn't keep straight in my head throughout the lesson.
Oh, and I got my highest essay grade ever on that Eliot critical analysis I handed in a day late. I'm pleased, because I quoted Chesterton in it. ^_^ There are actually many similarities between Chesterton and Eliot, which I would explore in greater detail if I had the time, but Mother's looking displeased. Now will go to read all those fics I saved using that nifty Scrapbook feature on IE for Mac OS X (it saves snapshots of pages, so I don't have to worry about whether the page cached or not for viewing offline).
...Tari
