Look how far we've come. 2010, folks. That's insane. 2001 has been dated for nine years now! Luckily, we don't have weird monoliths, bone-throwing monkeys, or sentient computers hell-bent on our annihilation.
Yet.
First up, I regret to inform you that I didn't finish Down and Yonder before the end of the year. I'm more than a little frustrated with myself. Writers are only worth a damn with real concrete deadlines, even if they're just ones placed on the writer by his or herself. Too many writers have sat around waiting for inspiration that never comes. You don't wait for it. You work until it arrives, sharpening your tools.
I'm having a little trouble with the second half of the story (the "Yonder" section). It is difficult writing about characters without goals. The story has to eventually have an internal energy, but it all just feels too stop-and-go at the moment. Though the characters don't have any forward momentum, the story sure has to have it, and I pray this is a speed bump and not a coffin nail.
(Yes, I realize that nobody is interested in the plight of the writer except for a writer. Thanks for not saying anything though. You're sweet.)
In other news, my trip home to Georgia was great and surely the quickest two and a half weeks of my life. It was dense with friends, family, and good times, which is just as it should be. Here are some random pictures from my time home.
As you can probably tell, I received a camera for Christmas. It's a Coolpix camera (yes, just like Ashton Kutcher). One of my goals in 2010 is to take more pictures. I've developed this fear that I'm not really documenting my life well enough and my children and and my children's children will have no idea who I was a young man. In 2010, I'm going to correct this.
Yet.
First up, I regret to inform you that I didn't finish Down and Yonder before the end of the year. I'm more than a little frustrated with myself. Writers are only worth a damn with real concrete deadlines, even if they're just ones placed on the writer by his or herself. Too many writers have sat around waiting for inspiration that never comes. You don't wait for it. You work until it arrives, sharpening your tools.
I'm having a little trouble with the second half of the story (the "Yonder" section). It is difficult writing about characters without goals. The story has to eventually have an internal energy, but it all just feels too stop-and-go at the moment. Though the characters don't have any forward momentum, the story sure has to have it, and I pray this is a speed bump and not a coffin nail.
(Yes, I realize that nobody is interested in the plight of the writer except for a writer. Thanks for not saying anything though. You're sweet.)
In other news, my trip home to Georgia was great and surely the quickest two and a half weeks of my life. It was dense with friends, family, and good times, which is just as it should be. Here are some random pictures from my time home.
This is me firing a Roman candle.
This is me and my old roommate Alex Dimitropoulos. We're pointing at our old apartment (the legendary "Flipopoulos") on a map.
This is me and my buddy, Adam Speas, celebrating the New Year in Athens. We studied abroad in Cannes together.
This is my buddy Craig. I like this photo a lot. It's like a still from a Ramin Bahrani film.
This is my good friend Tulsi. She sciences at Columbia.
This is my friend Matt. He lives up in Brooklyn.
As you can probably tell, I received a camera for Christmas. It's a Coolpix camera (yes, just like Ashton Kutcher). One of my goals in 2010 is to take more pictures. I've developed this fear that I'm not really documenting my life well enough and my children and and my children's children will have no idea who I was a young man. In 2010, I'm going to correct this.
It's a new year folks. All the joys, troubles, and surprises of 2010 are still ahead of us. Take pleasure in that.
Flippo
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