'Our Last Summer' is 18,000 words and rising. Shoot me. Right the fuck now.
In other news, and weirder news, I was inspired by God today.
This is no joke, and, for me, it bloody well should be.
I am an atheist. I have always been an atheist, I will most likely always be an atheist. I have never seen the point in a God, or a Saviour, or an afterlife, or religion. We are born, we live, and we die. It is of little important to me - and moreover it is illogical to me - to ponder that our Creator might be watching.
But today, I found a use for the Holy Bible. And that is to pour forth stories (most likely blasphemous ones) upon the heathen ground.
I happened upon a reference to the second fall of angels from Heaven - one that was a transgression worse than Lucifer's. This was a shock to me. My father's family are Catholics, and so I have - naturally - been taught that Lucifer is All The Bad.
Well, sort of.
I have discovered the Nephilim, in the books of Genesis, Jude, Peter and Isaiah. And quite frankly, if blatant mockery of religion in general happens to offend thee, I would suggest that you stop reading soon.
Because it's coming.
Friday, 14 May 2010
Monday, 3 May 2010
The First Summer
I am a genius, because I have finished all my coursework ahead of the deadline. How many of my uni mates can say that? None, that's how many. As yet. And it's due in two days.
And now I will return to writing, as much as I ever left it. In four days, I wrote 11,000 words of a new story called 'Our Last Summer', exploring the development over three years of the relationship between teenagers Ryan Anderson and Alex Bexley. The pace is experimentally slow but, if my two main betae for this are any judges, the experiment is working. Though it is astonishingly easy writing dialogue between them, considering that it is an accomplishment for Alex to contribute more than twenty words to any conversation.
Currently, I am writing for one university magazine and editing for another. I am also taking up language modules next year in German or French. Probably German, but course fees and timetable permitting, of course.
And all of this permitting that I pass my exams in May and June. And then I am free of work for the next three and a half months.
What am I supposed to do with myself?
And now I will return to writing, as much as I ever left it. In four days, I wrote 11,000 words of a new story called 'Our Last Summer', exploring the development over three years of the relationship between teenagers Ryan Anderson and Alex Bexley. The pace is experimentally slow but, if my two main betae for this are any judges, the experiment is working. Though it is astonishingly easy writing dialogue between them, considering that it is an accomplishment for Alex to contribute more than twenty words to any conversation.
Currently, I am writing for one university magazine and editing for another. I am also taking up language modules next year in German or French. Probably German, but course fees and timetable permitting, of course.
And all of this permitting that I pass my exams in May and June. And then I am free of work for the next three and a half months.
What am I supposed to do with myself?
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