complaining, cuz that's what I do best.

I am writing a novel, link here: http://www.webook.com/project/From-the-Center-of-Our-Universe

I'm partly doing it for a class I'm taking, but I also really love this story idea so I've been building on it. I think it's working out nicely. I have 14 posted chapters and a prologue on webook. I suggest you check it out and leave comments. I enjoy criticism.

However, I do not enjoy this kind of criticism: one that tells me that the entire point of my novel (What you miss in a person's eyes if you only look at how pretty they are and not what they are trying to say) is over stated because I talk about eyes too much. THIS IS THE EFFIN' POINT OF THE WHOLE EFFIN' NOVEL. But apparently symbols and motifs aren't good literature now-a-days.

ALSO on my edited draft the teacher circled the words "dirty blond" and wrote cliche. WTF is cliche about a hair color? I'll tell you: nothing, because its a hair color, not a cliche. hqityietyurweit <- that is anger.

I can understand saying "He appeared to weigh 98 pounds soaking wet," is cliche, because it is, but what he doesn't see, is that the story is being told through the eyes of a, yes fairly bright, but still, 17 year old girl. I have to be in her world and speak like she speaks to make the story work, I can't say ridiculously profound things every other sentence because people don't speak that way, especially 17 year old girls.

I'll have more to complain about on Thursday after class when I read more. Because he's going to be annoyed with the symbolism of the whole seen and how I only have a name for one chapter and feel the need to keep it that way.

a piece of The Center of Our Universe

I wrote this just now. And I love it. So I'm sharing. I feel good about this chapter.

“It’s too much. Meet me at The Pearl in five minutes.” As he stepped ahead of me, he turned, walking backward, his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket, worn thin from years of wear and abuse, the edges frayed from a long ago bonfire Harper thought it would be funny to throw it into, and flashed that smirk, those beautiful green eyes shining back at me. I couldn’t help but obey his every word.

more novel drama

So I think I have figured out my major issue with From the Center of Our Universe (which is my novel). Mostly its that the big important event hasn't happened yet, and therefore I feel nothing is happening. In reality, a ton of stuff has happened to forward the plot, but it's not to the part that I really want to write yet. But I can't just start at that part, because the story wouldn't make sense.

It's also becoming increasingly difficult to type with this broken thumbnail. It's starting to grow back which makes it hurt even more.

Also in related novel news: yesterday I was supposed to go to this bar in town with the other 5 people in my class and discuss our work. There are several issues with this. First I think I'm the only one that takes my work seriously enough to see that $3 pitcher night is not the best day to sit and discuss literature. Second I'm pretty sure my classmates don't like me. And third, I'm not about to sit and watch people I know drink and a bar when we're supposed to be working and then get in their cars and drive back to campus. It's not happening, I'm not going to be involved in something like that, and I don't want to have to deal with all that again.


So anyway, I still think my book sucks, but I also think that most people don't really like what their writing in the first draft anyway.

Novel Hatred

So I've been working on this novel since I was in 6th or 7th grade. I don't mean like actually writing it, I've been toying with the idea since I was 12 or 13. Well I've really started writing for a class, because I have to write a novel of some kind and I also really want to write this.

The thing is that it's a fairly decent novel so far, but I hate it, like hate it. But everyone I give it to really likes it. I know that writing is about what you think about the work but I just have a really hard thinking it's any good. I mean honestly its complete crap.

My prof wants me to read it in class, and I honestly can't bring myself to share the utter crap that I've written with other people. The class with basically praise anything so you can't really trust your peers to tell you what sucks about it. But I know it sucks and I don't want to share utter crap with people who wouldn't see it that way and actually tell you that its good.

I know my friends mean well when they say they like it, and honestly they most likely do like it, but I learned a long time ago that you can't always trust your friends opinions, if they like you they will like your work. One of my friends will tell me what is grammar is wrong with it, which is good I guess.

My other friend will tell me its great no matter what. I know she most likely honestly believes is fairly decent. I mean there is nothing really horrible about it; I just don't like it. It has a decent plot I guess, mildly believable. I don't know, I just don't think it's worth spending 5 hours a day on. I love my characters, I have since I first thought of them, I've grown up with them and changed them and developed them quite nicely, I just can't seem to make the story work in my head.

I don't know, I've been having a really weird week and this might just be part of it, but I haven't liked the story since like mid-January. Maybe I have to get to the part that I've been building up to before I start to like it. I don't know.