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clo_againOkay, so one portfolio is finished apart from the essay. And reading through but oh god, screw that. As long as I hand the damn thing in at this point I couldn't care less. I do have a story to finish off after the essay which might not end up so shiny with sleep deprivation but tweaking In His Absence may give me the bit of extra time I need.
Holy smeg, I've been working on this for too long. None-too-seriously all of Wednesday and then solid right through Thursday from about half nine until now, with the odd half an hour break here and there. And I spent most of *those* feeling guilty about not working. I've worked harder on my creative writing in the last two days tha I have in the entire last two terms. Put *together*.
And I'm still not done. It's definitely time to break out the coffee.
edit: In the war of Clo vs Daddy-Long Legs insecty things, the score stands at 2:0. Possibly 1 and a half: 0 because I might've woken half the flat with my shriek when the one I just had to squish divebombed me. Thankfully the nearest paper I grabbed to squish it was the creative writing I'd already critiqued and it didn't matter than it got bug on it. Ewewew. I hate the critters. Not like wasps, which I hate on the basis of them being pure, malicious evil but on the creepy, skin-crawling level. Ick.
Need to not fall asleep writing this essay. *deep breath* Here goes.
edit: Almost on a thousand words already. Hee at my awesomeness. Okay, given that it is talking ALL ABOUT ME I should be an expert on the topic but I'm also trying to quote things because they say you should and "This made me a better writer because..." Only I can't quote any of the tennis slash I wrotenot that it was a lot over the last year which makes me sad, because it's that which makes me develop as a writer, not my uni course. Though that has just given me the idea of quoting something by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seperis since she is my style guru and they said they do like evidence of outside reading. Hmmm. I like that plan.
More depressing is that the moon set while I've been writing. I've been watching it all nigth and then I blink and it's gone and it's morning, hello birds outside my window.
Okay, if I can waffle for a 1,000 words on a short story course I didn't pay any attention to, I can do it for another 1,000 words on a poetry one I at least *tried* for. If that takes me an hour and then I finish story, another hour, rewrite In his Absence say that'll be done by about seven am, write the last 500 words of critique and read over everything, then walk up about nineish to hand it all in... I can do this. Sure I can. Um.
Lying on my bed to type is so not good for my ribs. Ow.
Holy smeg, I've been working on this for too long. None-too-seriously all of Wednesday and then solid right through Thursday from about half nine until now, with the odd half an hour break here and there. And I spent most of *those* feeling guilty about not working. I've worked harder on my creative writing in the last two days tha I have in the entire last two terms. Put *together*.
And I'm still not done. It's definitely time to break out the coffee.
edit: In the war of Clo vs Daddy-Long Legs insecty things, the score stands at 2:0. Possibly 1 and a half: 0 because I might've woken half the flat with my shriek when the one I just had to squish divebombed me. Thankfully the nearest paper I grabbed to squish it was the creative writing I'd already critiqued and it didn't matter than it got bug on it. Ewewew. I hate the critters. Not like wasps, which I hate on the basis of them being pure, malicious evil but on the creepy, skin-crawling level. Ick.
Need to not fall asleep writing this essay. *deep breath* Here goes.
edit: Almost on a thousand words already. Hee at my awesomeness. Okay, given that it is talking ALL ABOUT ME I should be an expert on the topic but I'm also trying to quote things because they say you should and "This made me a better writer because..." Only I can't quote any of the tennis slash I wrote
seperis since she is my style guru and they said they do like evidence of outside reading. Hmmm. I like that plan.More depressing is that the moon set while I've been writing. I've been watching it all nigth and then I blink and it's gone and it's morning, hello birds outside my window.
Okay, if I can waffle for a 1,000 words on a short story course I didn't pay any attention to, I can do it for another 1,000 words on a poetry one I at least *tried* for. If that takes me an hour and then I finish story, another hour, rewrite In his Absence say that'll be done by about seven am, write the last 500 words of critique and read over everything, then walk up about nineish to hand it all in... I can do this. Sure I can. Um.
Lying on my bed to type is so not good for my ribs. Ow.
