Ahhhh, too much looooooove!

[rinnia]

So, my sci-fi film course ended up conflicting with MS115, and I had to drop it. This turned out to be just about the best thing that could've happened to me, as I enrolled in Memoirs in its place.

Holy crap. I've been writing with reckless abandon, saying whatever I want to say, telling the stories I've only told a few people, and... they like it. I can't believe the feedback I get. I mean, I get criticism, which is great because it really helps me improve in ways I'd never think of on my own, but I get tons of complements. I'm considering keeping going with this, seeing it through - really writing the memoirs of one odd 22 year old. Maybe I'll hide them away for years and add to them little by little. Maybe I'll try to get them published. Hell, maybe I'll sell them online myself.

Or maybe I'll just post little snippets here and there, for people to read or not. No names changed or anything. It loses something if I do that, because I muse on names a lot.

So be forewarned, family. You have been written about. Mostly with love - I think the one guy who'd object wouldn't take the time to find this journal or actually read anything anyway. But I pulled no punches.

Comments

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I think it's a good idea to write down memories now, instead of decades later, when time has warped their freshness and veracity. I'd be interested in reading and critiquing, and maybe one day I'll get around to writing a memoir myself. (After I break this darn addiction to online gaming, of course.)