Ded.

[brigdh]

I'm in a fiction writing class, as I've said. I thought my second story was due the day after the Thanksgiving break; I'd planned it like this, you see, because I know that I always write things the night before they're due, and this way at least I'd have plenty of time to panic and do things at the last minute.

However, I must have written something down wrong, because my story is not actually due Monday, it's going to be discussed on Monday. Which means it's due the class period before. Okay, fine, that's Wednesday, I can still make it. Except no, we don't have class on Wednesday because of the holiday. So the story was due yesterday. When do I realize all this? About two hours before class starts.

Obviously, as I am the slowest writer in the world, I did not get it finished in time for class, but I managed to convince the professor that it should be due on Wednesday anyway. I was helped in this by the fact that the other girl whose story was due yesterday also thought that there would be class on Wednesday. The moral here is ignorance helps everyone, clearly.

I just finished it about half an hour ago, after a writing session of around nine hours. Jesus Christ, people. I am never again attempting to write for that long of a continuous period of time. It is agony. I think I broke my brain.

*sighs* Well, I guess now I can spend the holiday working on fic, though.

Comments

[shes-unreal.livejournal.com]

Heh, I spent 10 hours writing myduck paper (after faking the data all night).

TEN HOURS.

DUCKS.

And nobody in lj-land read it. Wankers.

[p-zeitgeist.livejournal.com]

*sighs* Well, I guess now I can spend the holiday working on fic, though.

Hey, proof that the Lord looks out for us, and just in time for the holiday, too. I suppose it's not proof that the Lord looks out for you, but I suppose one could make the utilitarian argument for the good of the greater number.

Also, you are not the world's slowest writer. I am. I couldn't have made that deadline at all, and am hugely impressed that you could.

[kessie.livejournal.com]

Am very, very impressed. :) I totally couldn't have made that deadline!

I don't suppose you could do my grad school applications for me, too, could you? Every time I see the words 'research proposal', my left eye starts twitching. I don't know what I want to do research on! Everything I want to do research on is too obscure! No one's written anything on it!

*silently panics*

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

10 hours? Damn, girl, you win.

But still: ducks. Sorry, can't read it. *grins* I am really not that interested in water fowl. And hey, I listened to you talk about them; doesn't that count?

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Hee, thanks!

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Hey, proof that the Lord looks out for us, and just in time for the holiday, too.

Heh. Well, no promises that I'll actually finish it anytime soon. I can only hope.

Also, you are not the world's slowest writer. I am.

*grins* We could always share the title. I'm sure the world could use more than one slowest writer.

[tadity.livejournal.com]

Nine hours? Wow. I think I would just fall over twitching, then die.

But I won't complain about the free time for fic writing.

[noorie.livejournal.com]

heya, i'm one of your audiography GMAT 2.0 mixers, so i'll be needing your mailing address. please send it to me at fac133_2000 @ hotmail.com (only drop the spaces).

[redshoeson.livejournal.com]

Oh heavens! Is your brain still in tact?

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

And I wish I could help, but I've got to deal with my own grad school applications. I feel your pain! Grad school apps suck so much. *panics with you*

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

I know, it sucked majorly.

*grins* Neither did I!

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Hee. Barely.