karmaschild: (NaNo: It mocks me.)
Anyone who's ever been interested in movie screenwriting should look at this. Screenwriter Scott Myers, who does an online screenwriting workshop called Screenwriting Master Class (which I've been drooling over but unable to afford) is offering to take four people on a six month intensive screen writing workshop for free. Details will be posted Monday on his blog, but from what I can gather right now, all you need to do to be considered for a spot is to have great ideas for screenplays.

Six months would mean missing a lot of school, but if I was lucky enough to get into the final four there and came out with a great script, there would be Hollywood industry people right there to discuss it with. Seems like a fair trade, considering how badly I wished I could do the screenwriting program at school here. I guess I'll wait until Monday and see what happens. There might be other qualifications I don't meet anyway.

Still. It's nice to dream.

I'm old.

May. 9th, 2012 03:03 pm
karmaschild: (SPN: Road to nowhere.)
It's my birthday today. I turned 32. I have exactly nothing to show for it, by the way. Thirty-two years of... nada. (My Twitter feed tells me that The Pill turned 52 today.) This morning, festivities began when I made the mistake of telling my roomie's parents what I wanted for my birthday dinner tonight. I asked for Beef Stroganoff, because I happen to love it (I do not, however, love mushrooms). I then got a lengthy lecture on how there would be mushrooms in it, there would be lots of mushrooms in it, and mushrooms were one of the major flavor components in Stroganoff anyway! I got this lecture last time I asked for it, so you'd think I'd remember to just not ask, but I forgot.

... I have a thing about food, you see. I do not like people commenting to me about what I eat or don't eat, I don't like lectures, I just want to be left alone. I've had a weird relationship with food all my life, I've had people give me weird complexes about it growing up... and what's more, what I do or don't eat affects no one but me. I don't refuse to cook things for people, I don't insist they can't have things around me, I don't lecture, I don't scream. I leave you alone, you leave me alone, okay? Jesus...

And then, on the drive to campus, I got more complaining about how long the recipe took to make, how much effort was involved, all the onion chopping and meat cutting. And still more complaining about how such a heavily dairy based food would react with roomie's lactose intolerant mother. So, I feel great about the whole thing, really.

Then I went to class, same as always. Got my Psych exam back today and nearly cried because I got a B. My priorities are... a bit skewed. I don't know what's wrong with me in regard to grades. I covet A's. I bask in them. If there was some way to make a physical representation of all the A's I've made since I went back to school, I would gather them together and roll around in them like Scrooge McDuck with his money. It's that bad.

We discussed some psychological phenomenon in Psych (I can't remember what it's called) a few weeks ago about people who, if they don't get an A on an assignment, they might as well have gotten an F. That's me. I don't know why, but that's how it always feels. I actually do cry if I pull in a C.

The only pleasant thing I've experienced today is that I have a story building in my head. Not a roleplay story or fanfic. An actual, honest to god, original idea. This almost never happens to me, so I'm really excited about it. I'm also not going to tell anyone about it, because every time I do, someone manages to say something that discourages me from writing it at all and I end up back at square one. Less than square one. Square zero. It feels bad and I hate it, so I'm hiding this one. I want it to survive.

Tired now. Considering a nap.
karmaschild: (NaNo: It mocks me.)
... and start to believe, by Chuck Wendig.

The last one is all me. I have a very unfriendly internal dialogue when I write.
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It is very dark in my room and I can't see my keyboard. I could solve this problem by turning on the lights (I just bought new lightbulbs, after all), but this seemed like a good chance to work on my typing. Since I'm supposed to be typing "properly" now, and all. It sucks to go from typing somewhere around 50 words a minute the "wrong" way to typing like 30 words a minute the "right" way. With LOTS of backspacing and correcting, my god.

Anyway...

It is just amazing what a difference a teacher can make. Last quarter, I took Intro to Psych for the first time. I dropped it in about 2 weeks, because the teacher was just so stuck on himself, so smarmy, and so condescending. Never mind that he made us do almost all our work in groups like elementary school students. I just dreaded going to class. This quarter, I am taking it again, with a different teacher and HOLY CRAP, it's like a whole new animal. No groups, for one. The teacher is fun, funny, and engaging. She makes fun of herself, rather than everyone else. Wednesday, I was genuinely disappointed when the class ended. I could have happily sat there another hour, discussing shit I could not possibly have cared less about one quarter ago.

I seriously need to write her a letter or something. Or write the Dean. She needs recognition.

Speaking of school, my Tuesday class gets out at 10 pm. This is mildly annoying, since the last bus arrives at 10:38 pm. And I do mean the LAST BUS. Everyone else is already gone by the time I get on my bus. The automatic lights turn off at 10:30 in the bus hub, too. Spooky. Uncomfortable. Blah.

Aside from school, I've done little. I put in an application at the bookstore at school, which was rejected. I put one in at the gas station on the corner from our house, too, but no answer yet.

I've given up caffeine. It's been something like 3 weeks since I had any. Relatively proud of that, although I still crave soda like crazy. I want a Pepsi so bad right now, I can taste it.

I got some nasty crit today on one of my RP characters I adore, so I'm a little bummed about that. Fortunately, [livejournal.com profile] sedately gave me some really good crit to offset it, so that helped a lot. Now, I just have to convince myself to do some tags, since I haven't done any all day.
karmaschild: (Jared accidentally all the trains)
Another one for the "occasionally, I know what I'm talking about" files: Last night I let the dogs out at about 1:30am because they actually had to go out. When [livejournal.com profile] beverly_mcintyr's dad got out of the shower at 2am, he started to let them out again. I stopped him and told him they just came in. He let them out anyway, because, "Well, they wanna go out again."

Cut to ten minutes later, he's standing in the freezing cold, shouting for Max to come in for 20-30 minutes. Because he didn't have to go out. He just wanted to play and bark and piss off the neighbors.

I don't know why I even bother trying anymore.

I have a pile of homework I need to get to work on. Class was cancelled Monday because the instructor was sick, but we got all the assignments ahead of time, so we're still responsible for the work we would have done Monday. Plus, I have twice the amount of homework for my Database Fundamentals class this week as I normally do. I really can't leave that one until the last minute.

I have just started watching "The Voice" for the first time and I'm really enjoying the show. I hate shows like American Idol where they get a bunch of poor people whose well-meaning (or just vindictive) friends and family told them they could sing, up on the stage just to humiliate them. I like that these auditions have some pre-screening. I am firmly on the side of Team Blake, since his drunken ways amuse me so. And I love watching his Twitter feed because every couple of days, he'll Tweet something that begins with, "I'm so drunk I..." and then someone will get outraged and make a stink about how they're unfollowing him. I think he does it on purpose, just to have someone to fight with.

So, I have a 20,000 word Big Bang story to work on and I haven't started yet. I feel as if I should, maybe, work that into my time budgeting somewhere. I let myself get discouraged, initially, by lukewarm mod reaction to the story idea, but I think I'll try to make myself go ahead and write it anyway. Even if I don't submit it to the challenge, it's still a story I want to write, so...

Also had a weird idea for an original story pop up that I want to write. That almost never happens, so I should take advantage while I can.

Oh, and speaking of weird ideas... the other night, I dreamed I was waitressing at some crappy restaurant and, just like my last real attempt, turned out VERY BAD at it. The thing that sticks out the most about this dream was that after I went to clear a table vacated by a particularly difficult family of customers, I discovered that my "tip" left behind was a sketch of how the restaurant should have been laid out and a note that said, "PS: Nothing and foolishness is still nothing."

I don't know what any of that means, but I woke up feeling very inadequate. :P
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So instead of chatting or RPing, I'm listening to these: http://www.nerdist.com/podcast/nerdist-writers-panel/

You're welcome.

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