Apologies for the lateness of this post, but as a writer, your craft can sometimes be the itch you just have to scratch, this one being a particularly dark itch (helped by the likes of The Acid Ballet and some pretty creepy YouTube music). As far as today has gone, though...well Tuesdays are always pretty busy. Guest Speaker Imogen Robertson was another perspective on the craft of the Short Story. She provided some insight into the necessity for entering writing competitions, and the novelty of creating your story in the fashion of those paper fold up games (name escapes me, though). I ended up with a 22 yr old engineer in a supermarket with an umbrella in case I lose that sheet at some point.
Spent the two hours until next class in a cafe writing on my laptop (and not making much headway). Classes themselves were a lil slow....I never find much interest in detailing them so I'll skip to my last German class of the year, filled with Glühwein (Mulled Wine), Stollen, Spekulatius (Spiced Biscuits), Christmas Carols (such as O Tannenbaum and Silent Night, neither of which I can sing in tune apparently), and a monumental imaginary café bill during a memory game.
Last thing was my writing - drafting a short story for Friday - and that is finished.
So now I should be sleeping. Haha, bye!
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