I just move on.
Wed, Feb. 7th, 2018 04:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scvdderI'm back, bitch.
It has been some months (three!) since I last posted alas, here I am. Stronger and more optimistic than ever.
I spent much of November recuperating. Honestly now that I'm finished with school, I'm quite confident that it was fucking stressful. Constantly. From about August onwards, all anyone could talk about or think about were November exams. My theatre oral exam where I did one of Iago's monologues from Othello ("what's he, then, that says I'm the villain!?") was genuinely the most stressful thing I've ever done. I spent the whole day crying, even after I did it. It's cheesy, I know, but my friends were all that kept me sane. I don't know if they made it worth it but they made it endurable.
And despite all that, I actually got into my dream course. I am going to be a screenwriter. I'm going to work my arse off and unlike high school, there's a purpose. It's on my terms and I'm on my way to do something I'd never dared to hope was a possibility. Simon Pegg, you better watch out.
And I've started taking writing seriously. I've wanted to be a writer since I could read (or, since I read Harry Potter), but with school and having a childhood, I never put the time aside for it. Of course, that's changed now. I have a notebook with a cluster of ideas but there is one that I think stands on its own legs and could really go somewhere so I'm developing that. In the mean time there is fanfiction. I'm about halfway through a Man From U.N.C.L.E. fic for my favourite OT3 and that is a joy.
It has been some months (three!) since I last posted alas, here I am. Stronger and more optimistic than ever.
I spent much of November recuperating. Honestly now that I'm finished with school, I'm quite confident that it was fucking stressful. Constantly. From about August onwards, all anyone could talk about or think about were November exams. My theatre oral exam where I did one of Iago's monologues from Othello ("what's he, then, that says I'm the villain!?") was genuinely the most stressful thing I've ever done. I spent the whole day crying, even after I did it. It's cheesy, I know, but my friends were all that kept me sane. I don't know if they made it worth it but they made it endurable.
And despite all that, I actually got into my dream course. I am going to be a screenwriter. I'm going to work my arse off and unlike high school, there's a purpose. It's on my terms and I'm on my way to do something I'd never dared to hope was a possibility. Simon Pegg, you better watch out.
And I've started taking writing seriously. I've wanted to be a writer since I could read (or, since I read Harry Potter), but with school and having a childhood, I never put the time aside for it. Of course, that's changed now. I have a notebook with a cluster of ideas but there is one that I think stands on its own legs and could really go somewhere so I'm developing that. In the mean time there is fanfiction. I'm about halfway through a Man From U.N.C.L.E. fic for my favourite OT3 and that is a joy.