One of the problems I’m having with myself is that I’m consuming more than I project. It’s as if the moment I left SVC I began to regress into this lesser version of myself. When the computer is on, I’m completely receptive, reading articles and watching author interviews. Rarely do I ever write. I guess the best emotion to describe this is apathy. I’ve cut out some contact information for my local papers, but I have nothing to really submit. Instead of the journalism side of writing, I’m pursuing literary theory. Big mistake. I guess I’m reading a lot, but I feel that it’s just going into this subconscious garbage patch, because I haven’t been very passionate about them. Normally, I rant and rave about the books I’m reading. I feel that my family just wanders aimlessly throughout the housing, pouring glasses of Coke every time they pass the fridge.
Also…
“A character in a novel differs from a historical figure or a figure in real life. […] Time and space in a novel are not that of real life.” –Theory of Literature.
It was interesting to read, as rudimentary as it is, but isn’t a huge part of literary theory ignoring this? Taking a critical theory and approaching the characters analytically really requires you to flesh them out.
Alan did a Tarot spread for me last night. My future blows.
Stage Fright 