Hang on, I was just hit with a wave of Fred-and-George-nostalgia. (U-NO-POO! THE CONSTIPATION SENSATION THAT'S GRIPPING THE NATION!)
I'm done now. XD
So, procrastination. As you now know, I write fanfiction.
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New Years came, and I resolved to finish the trilogy of fanfictions I started the previous August for Warriors by Erin Hunter (don't judge me ._.) It's now April, and I'm one-third-to-one-half done with Broken Wishes, the final installment of the trilogy.
But I don't know if I can finish.
A while ago, I began planning a ton of fics I wanted to write when the Blazing Desire trilogy reached its conclusion. Among them was a Hunger Games fiction. I'm really excited for this piece. It isn't even close to fully planned (the characters aren't even done), but I'm totally pumped for it. I don't want to leak the plotline, because while I doubt people read my blog and steal my ideas, I'm fairly certain this has never been done and I want it to remain that way until I write it. I seriously think this piece could be the one that fulfills me resolution of writing a successful fic (which, for me, is a fic that doesn't break the rules and has at least 50 reviews).
I'm planning to pen down more plot ideas for the piece later (that being Saturday, despite the fact this is going up Sunday), before my cousins show up but after the potential errands I might go run in a few minutes with my mom. I'm seriously pumped for this.
But pumped enough to start posting chapters for it without finishing Broken Wishes first?
Trust me, I want to finish Broken Wishes. I'm not finishing 2011 without finishing it first, even if that means I spend New Years writing nine chapters of it, all at least 1000 words. I'm going to do it. But I also really want to plunge into something new. Something that will keep writing fanfiction interesting for me.
Okay, my ideas are out now. That was all I really wanted to say. No Sims news, seeing as I haven't played a second since I typed up the last post. I hope you have/had a happy Easter, if you partake in the celebrations. If not, well, I hope you had a happy April 24th. ^.^
Showing posts with label procrastination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label procrastination. Show all posts
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Overachieving?
As I am writing this, it is still Thursday. I won't be getting home until around ten tomorrow, at which point I'll be in no state to blog about anything cohesive, so I'm writing this to post right before bed tomorrow.
All this week, I've been called an overachiever. When I pointed this out to the umpteenth person to tell me this, he said, "Well, because you are." But am I really?
Today (that is, Thursday), we have several major assignments due as well as a few minor ones. A lab report was expected in Science, and my English teacher was asking for a rough draft on an essay, a rough draft of a creative writing piece, and a write-up for Independant Reading. Now, we'd had a fair amount of time to work on these. I finished the Science report on Monday, as it was half done when I walked into class that day and almost completely done when I came home. Granted, I was the first person to turn mine in, but it wasn't that odd. And I only got a B+. I finished the rough draft of the essay as well as the IR write-up on Tuesday. Wednesday, in class, my teacher informed me the essay was exactly what he was looking for. I finished the rough for the writing on Wednesday. Both final drafts were just emailed off to my teacher.
I then proceeded to get a 100% on my Chemistry test and a 97% on my essay for Social Studies. Provided, I only got a 90% on my French test, and I'm better at French than Science or Social Studies.
I'm also done with my major art project, and many people are not even half done. The class is over at the end of the week, at which point we begin Tech Ed. My art teacher loves it (though she loves everything).
And because of all this, I've been called an overachiever. Everyone uses the excuse, "I'm a procrastinator." But, please, I love procrastinating as much as the next guy. As Maureen Johnson so aptly put, writers are pro at procrastinating. I consider myself a writer, seeing as I've written two novelettes (unpublished). Ergo, I procrastinate. I do it all the time. But I don't procrastinate for full days. I come home and put things off for a couple hours before I force myself to get things done. I think people just lack the drive that I kick in at five or six each day.
I have this raging paranoia about homework. The only time I didn't turn something in on time if not early was in first grade, when I forgot my homework folder at home. My Assignment Book is like my Bible. If I don't do things the first (or, on rare occasions, second) day I get them, I go insane thinking that I haven't done them, even if anything as a shiny check-mark next to it in my Assignment Book.
I'm rambling.
In any case, what I was trying to say was that it isn't that I'm an overachiever; everyone else just unerachieves.
Or something.
All this week, I've been called an overachiever. When I pointed this out to the umpteenth person to tell me this, he said, "Well, because you are." But am I really?
Today (that is, Thursday), we have several major assignments due as well as a few minor ones. A lab report was expected in Science, and my English teacher was asking for a rough draft on an essay, a rough draft of a creative writing piece, and a write-up for Independant Reading. Now, we'd had a fair amount of time to work on these. I finished the Science report on Monday, as it was half done when I walked into class that day and almost completely done when I came home. Granted, I was the first person to turn mine in, but it wasn't that odd. And I only got a B+. I finished the rough draft of the essay as well as the IR write-up on Tuesday. Wednesday, in class, my teacher informed me the essay was exactly what he was looking for. I finished the rough for the writing on Wednesday. Both final drafts were just emailed off to my teacher.
I then proceeded to get a 100% on my Chemistry test and a 97% on my essay for Social Studies. Provided, I only got a 90% on my French test, and I'm better at French than Science or Social Studies.
I'm also done with my major art project, and many people are not even half done. The class is over at the end of the week, at which point we begin Tech Ed. My art teacher loves it (though she loves everything).
And because of all this, I've been called an overachiever. Everyone uses the excuse, "I'm a procrastinator." But, please, I love procrastinating as much as the next guy. As Maureen Johnson so aptly put, writers are pro at procrastinating. I consider myself a writer, seeing as I've written two novelettes (unpublished). Ergo, I procrastinate. I do it all the time. But I don't procrastinate for full days. I come home and put things off for a couple hours before I force myself to get things done. I think people just lack the drive that I kick in at five or six each day.
I have this raging paranoia about homework. The only time I didn't turn something in on time if not early was in first grade, when I forgot my homework folder at home. My Assignment Book is like my Bible. If I don't do things the first (or, on rare occasions, second) day I get them, I go insane thinking that I haven't done them, even if anything as a shiny check-mark next to it in my Assignment Book.
I'm rambling.
In any case, what I was trying to say was that it isn't that I'm an overachiever; everyone else just unerachieves.
Or something.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
For the Lulz, I Guess
I've never been good at a lot of things.
The main thing that comes to mind when I say this is my commitments to writing. I like writing. It's something I've liked from the moment I snapped out of the stage when everyone wants to be a princess or a veterinarian. But writing isn't easy; that's something I've learned through doing it.
I guess it's something that everyone learns if they choose to like writing. It's a tough thing to learn and it can hold a lot of tears. At first everything is easy. You can type up some crap without editing and publish it to the internet. However, everything seems to fall apart the moment someone sets you straight. A lot of people never learn, but some do. Some learn that writing takes time. That writing takes effort, and writing takes commitment.
I've been set straight about writing crap, but now that I have it's harder to keep on writing. I post a multi-chap on FanFiction dot net that requires a half a year of hiatus before I can write the second half, if it gets finished at all. And since age four I've had trouble keep a journal, writing a couple entries before taking a three month break.
So, after this, obviously the right move is to start a blog. No, I'm not serious, but I figured I might as well try this out. I can procrastinate on the story I currently have minimized, at the very least.
If anyone reads this, cool. If they don't, well, still cool. At least I'll have another thing to look at in a few years and laugh at the things I wrote.
The main thing that comes to mind when I say this is my commitments to writing. I like writing. It's something I've liked from the moment I snapped out of the stage when everyone wants to be a princess or a veterinarian. But writing isn't easy; that's something I've learned through doing it.
I guess it's something that everyone learns if they choose to like writing. It's a tough thing to learn and it can hold a lot of tears. At first everything is easy. You can type up some crap without editing and publish it to the internet. However, everything seems to fall apart the moment someone sets you straight. A lot of people never learn, but some do. Some learn that writing takes time. That writing takes effort, and writing takes commitment.
I've been set straight about writing crap, but now that I have it's harder to keep on writing. I post a multi-chap on FanFiction dot net that requires a half a year of hiatus before I can write the second half, if it gets finished at all. And since age four I've had trouble keep a journal, writing a couple entries before taking a three month break.
So, after this, obviously the right move is to start a blog. No, I'm not serious, but I figured I might as well try this out. I can procrastinate on the story I currently have minimized, at the very least.
If anyone reads this, cool. If they don't, well, still cool. At least I'll have another thing to look at in a few years and laugh at the things I wrote.
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