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Sun | July 24, 2005
discovered for the hundredth time
discovered for the hundredth time that I am so so far away from where I want to be, writing-wise (and otherwise, I suppose, but that doesn't bother me, for whatever reason). I want to be James Joyce. But I am a nine-year old in penmanship class.
I don't know if I should post the writing exercise from this week because the assignment was to write a breakup scene, using only dialogue, not even dialogue tags (he said, she said). Naturally I wrote out my most vivid, and really, the only breakup scene in my memory. I think that most of the people in class just write directly from their lives, like exactly what happened, exactly their thoughts. I'm not saying I'm better for trying to actually invent things, and actually I think I'm going to write more straight from experience, because it's easier, and I might come up with more cohesive stories that way.
Maybe I will write the homework exercise over again, but not have it be a breakup scene, and have it be entirely fictional. Which contradicts what I just typed about just taking things more directly from my life. Oh well. I don't like to write directly from my life because it's too personal. Reading the stories that people submit in class I'm like, I don't want to know this. This so obviously is just your romantic history.
Last night I went to a baseball game at Coney Island. Then I hung out with a few people from the group, and we went to an arty party. I even crashed at their place, even though I barely knew them. And now I'm burning cash at Net Zone in K-town.
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