I swear to god, I spent less time researching for term papers than I do for “Shift Man, Shift.” But with not being in school, only working nights and the kids I watch going back to daycare, I have a lot of time on my hands. So I research.
Actual terms in my search history:
Not to mention checking lyrics for countless songs, and the time spent acquiring new music that the characters would like.
Why was I never this dedicated to school?
Chapter Summary: A 7-Eleven trip turns into a walk in the woods. Stiles is in love with Isaac’s crooked fingers.
Stiles manages to wait until after school to return Isaac’s phone. After a few hours of debate before going to bed, he decided that returning it at seven in the morning would reek of desperation, but after school will be awesome. Erica was in one of her moods and wouldn’t tell him anything about Isaac except that he works in a grocery store, isn’t working after school today and his last name is Lahey.
“Don’t freak out about anything,” she says at the end of lunch. “He hates it when people freak out.”
I normally keep all my writing hidden away in my notebook, but since getting an account on a site I really love, I’ve been more comfortable sharing. So here’s all the Teen Wolf stuff I have posted.
Seven or Eight Things Derek Hale Knows About Isaac: The deceptively simple things Derek knows about Isaac. Exploration of their relationship, and characters. Sweet and angsty. 5/9 chapters posted.
Today I had a conference with my poetry professor to talk about my writing. We were talking about my repeated use of a character named Ollie, and I explained that he is a fictionalization of someone else’s fictionalization.
“My poems are this monster truck hybrid zombie.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
I’m trying to write a poem about my dad, and how my genes are loaded with addiction and mental illness. I’ve started seven poems about it in the past day and haven’t finished a single draft.
And I can’t get over this movie. And the poetry and the poets and how amazing every moment was. I’m going to the office today to ask if I can borrow the DVD or at least sit on the couch and watch a few of the poems again.
Let’s share our pinterests, yes? Mine is here. I use it to visually plan stories, and collect things I like, such as cute clothes, costumes and beautiful faces. Reblog with yours!
Stanza from a poem about getting drum lessons from your dead cousin’s boyfriend:
Last stanza of a not-quite-poem about your chronically missing freak friend ending up in the hospital:
My (fucking awesome) poetry teacher says I go between prose poems and overly impressionistic and I have to find a middle ground. I’ve spent hours in her office and she gives me tailored assignments. Today she pointed out that I’m giving myself a lot of extra work, but I don’t care. Even though I’m shit at poetry, it’s rewarding as fuck to work on it.