(one eyed god prophecy)

it’s been about two weeks since i’ve written anything for my short story for CW class…i wish i was one of those people that could just sit down and write, but i’m not. i don’t understand why i have to turn something in by a set time, if this was really a class geared for “creative” writing, then it wouldn’t matter when i turned something in, as long as i was showing that i was working on something, sending in drafts and such. i understand they want us to workshop and everything…maybe i’m just being selfish.

i’ve realized that i’m changing what this story is about more and more as every day passes. it’s still wholly what i set out to write, but not what i originally planned on. but i guess that’s normal, a normal process that we go through…but i feel like i’m changing it because of this deadline, not because i want to change it. this morning i pretty much decided to cut out a chunk that was meant to be the end and just leave it at a point in the protagonist’s life where he has to make a decision, a sort of…suspense ending i suppose. when i think about it, the ending i had planned was just going to show that this person’s life hasn’t really changed, but then i realized “this is for a fucking class”. i can always go back and revise this and write it how i want and take as long as i need. fuck it, the masses love ambiguous endings anyway.