I'm finished the first draft of my novel! Finally! Writing at a rate of 6 pages an hour, I finished the ending that I've been putting off for so long.
I cried when I reread what I'd written a year ago. It's good. Really good. At least I think it is. Maybe? Maybe not...but at least it's finished, right? That counts for something...
(Apparently reaching this pinnacle doesn't automatically come with brand new self-assurance.)
Right now, I don't even care what anyone else thinks. I just can't believe I'm FINISHED!
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
I finally get to be a rebel!
http://fullcomment.nationalpost.com/2010/06/01/its-ok-to-pick-on-fred-dolan-hes-a-christian/
After all the teenage years of wishing I was truly "alternative", I somehow fell into an alternative lifestyle without even noticing: Catholicism.
Now that we've eliminated every taboo around sex, gender, violence, and politics - religion is our generation's firestarter.
I honestly hadn't noticed this trend when I was an ultracool atheist... I was too busy looking down my nose at my mother ("Look at her, all enveloped in peace and contentment, a slave to a fairytale...") and others of her ilk.
Until I decided to come our of the closet, rosary and Bible in hand, I thought it was "all in good fun". Once I self-identified as Christian (and even worse, as Catholic), I felt a sense of being watched, judged, wondering what people were thinking of my Facebook interests and religious status.
At least I finally fit in somewhere, and it's just what I wanted when I was a kid - to fit in with a passionate group of misfits. Seems like a good plot for a movie script, no?
After all the teenage years of wishing I was truly "alternative", I somehow fell into an alternative lifestyle without even noticing: Catholicism.
Now that we've eliminated every taboo around sex, gender, violence, and politics - religion is our generation's firestarter.
I honestly hadn't noticed this trend when I was an ultracool atheist... I was too busy looking down my nose at my mother ("Look at her, all enveloped in peace and contentment, a slave to a fairytale...") and others of her ilk.
Until I decided to come our of the closet, rosary and Bible in hand, I thought it was "all in good fun". Once I self-identified as Christian (and even worse, as Catholic), I felt a sense of being watched, judged, wondering what people were thinking of my Facebook interests and religious status.
At least I finally fit in somewhere, and it's just what I wanted when I was a kid - to fit in with a passionate group of misfits. Seems like a good plot for a movie script, no?
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