August 19, 2010
For a brief moment I was worried that I would have to submit a Review of Relevant Literature today. Then I remembered that, since I’m taking up a degree in Creative Writing and not a degree in Literature, I don’t have to. However, I will have to submit a brief background as well as a description of what it is I’m planning on writing. It’s only slightly easier, but it still means that I have to post something later on in our class’ little Yahoo group.
The thing is, I’m still not sure what it is I’m going to write about. Okay, that’s not necessarily true; I have an outline, but that’s all it is at this point, and I’m not confident right now that it’ll pass muster once presented to the forum that is my class. I realize that the best criticism comes from one’s peers, and this is a good opportunity to see whether or not the concept has promise, but there’s always this nagging fear at the back of my mind that it’ll suck, and what’s worse, it’ll suck so much that it’ll get laughed at.
*sigh* I really shouldn’t be worrying too much. At the end of the day, the concept that’s going to be used for my class’ final paper isn’t necessarily going to be the subject for my final thesis submission. If it doesn’t work out, I can either try to salvage the good parts, or try again right?
Speaking of which, I better start working on it. Three pages should be fine for it, I think.
August 17, 2010
Maybe it’s a consequence of the time I spent in the call center/BPO industry, a result of my lack of proper time management, or just simple laziness, but I’m not able to devote as much time as I used to for reading books. It’s ironic, given the fact that, since I’m not working anymore, free time is all I have, and yet I couldn’t even build up the urge to pick up something from the book pile beside my bed (and believe me, there’s quite a bit) and actually read it. I don’t even remember the last time I was able to lie down and leisurely read a novel from cover to cover, and I think that’s more than a little disturbing . After all a writer also has to be well-read (it’s something that my professors never fail to remind me and my classmates over the course of the program), but here I am not doing any reading.
Maybe it’s because I’m just easily distracted. The games installed on my PC aside, there’s also the stuff that I find whenever I log on to the Net. The next thing I know, hours have passed, and I’m either too tired or no longer in the right mindset to do casual reading. It’s kind of ironic, since I used to make all sorts of excuses to get out of whatever it was I had been doing to be able to read, even when the work in question was vastly more important.
What happened to that healthy reading habit I used to had when I was still studying, I wonder?