Another Wednesday has passed, another Wednesday without skipping class. Man, I feel like Wednesdays will be the death of me eventually.
Had to give a group presentation in Gothic Lit today on "Absalom, Absalom!" by William Faulkner. Fascinating reading, difficult as hell - 9 stories told by 9 different narrators, and at the end, not all the information is known and the reader has to interpolate a lot of the story. I was able to BS my way through it with few problems, although the group before us had me sweating - they took up over an hour and a half on their 3 chapters. I furiously read ahead to get material to fill time...
I realized that I'm lacking a level of self-confidence. I had no reason to worry; but it still almost paralyzed me with fear trying to prepare for the presentation in the class...not sure where this all comes from.
Finished writing my third short story tonight: 4400 words, 14 pages with strange margins. Entitled "Even Money," it tells the story of a priest stealing from his parish. I like it; I told it in a very different point of view, and want to see what the class thinks about it.
I'm heading home tomorrow night or Friday morning for my father's birthday. I still have this level of cabin fever here, and feel like I need to go home to renew myself or something...I'm not sure.
One story left to write on, and then I can go to bed.
Posted by Matthew at February 20, 2003 03:13 AM