I don’t want to talk about yesterday. Well, maybe later.
Today I am on the back 9 of my summer classes with a ton to grade but only a few days left before I am free… Somewhat free. There is a ton of creative writing feedback I mean to present to students after the fact and beyond that there is that pesky little novel outline I ought to start writing, once I have an idea of what to write about. Long have I discussed creating a working outline as an example for students who are struggling with putting their ideas together. I even evolved my plan to include student notebooks with tabs and worksheets to lead them through the creative process. At this point I have 8 students in the class, which is not too many to do this work-intensive project. It is something I feel I can handle this semester, so long as I can handle the initial idea of constructing an outline myself.
I think I’ll start principle writing this week–laying out the characters and really getting down on paper who the protagonist is and what that person wants. Truthfully, I am torn between designing a more mature and a teenfic style outline–mostly because I have no idea what story I am trying to tell.
Yes, I get that a novel ought to start with a core idea or character. I just have a scene. Hopefully it is enough.
Some Thoughts:
- In other news, I figured out a possible solution to making the prized life-size beyblade stadium: a 120cm offset satellite dish antenna. The bowl shape ought to be near perfect. I have questions about the depth, but nothing else comes in at that size and roundness.
- Yesterday was yet another epic shit show in my life. When everything goes wrong, the little bit that goes less wrong feels like salvation. I suppose this is the universe’s version of breaking down a torture victim.
- So I binged How I met Your Mother for an entire season. That happened.