Workload
It seems like I've got a load of work coming up in the next couple of weeks. I have several Maths tests (tests for several sections of a unit and two levels of tests for the whole thing), a Physics test (everything we've done so far), a Computing test (again, pretty much everything so far) and my university applications to write up. Plus all the usual work and homework that I need to do for school.
As such, I'm putting The Grey Line on hold temporarily. While I obviously have a clear idea of the path of the story, I want to take some time and work up a larger written buffer as well as put the details together at a smaller scale. While I'm doing that, I will try to keep Corbett's Fiction updating at least once a week. Think of it as a warm-up period.
I should have some time to work on it at the weekend, though I expect I'll also be doing revision and I really do need to get that application done.
Oh, and I'll be spending a fair chunk of Saturday in Edinburgh, at the eponymous university's open day. I'll be seeing a lecture and possibly touring the facilities along with several friends. The fact that university now seems so close is actually very, very scary. It seems like it was barely yesterday that I was in an S2 Careers lesson, pretending I wanted to be a lawyer just so the teacher would stop asking me questions.
It also means that I have to write a personal statement that will have a large effect on whether or not I get accepted into my courses of choice. It's another one of those things where I have to pretend that I have interesting hobbies and then make up nonsense about learning “skills” and “qualities” from them.
I've said this many time before, I know, but I just find that very hard to do. On some level, I guess I consider it lying. I don't find that my hobbies and activities have any deep profound effect on me. If anything, I do the things that I do because of my personality, rather than the other way around. My brain just doesn't like dealing with such abstract and intangible qualities, that are pretty much nothing more than a matter of opinion.
Which, incidentally, was why I always hated English. As evidenced by my A in the prelim and my C in the actual exam, getting the questions right (and getting the right questions) is largely a matter of luck. Admittedly, a lot of people fell down on the English exam and it's caused a few rumbles in the education community. Even the English teacher handling the appeals for my school said she wasn't happy with how the whole process was going. I was lucky enough to get back up to a B on appeal.
Still, that's neither here nor there. I've got to go and post some stuff on Corbett's Fiction. Nothing much, just mentioning the hiatus and then maybe doing some work on the characters bios and so on.
Have a nice day.
As such, I'm putting The Grey Line on hold temporarily. While I obviously have a clear idea of the path of the story, I want to take some time and work up a larger written buffer as well as put the details together at a smaller scale. While I'm doing that, I will try to keep Corbett's Fiction updating at least once a week. Think of it as a warm-up period.
I should have some time to work on it at the weekend, though I expect I'll also be doing revision and I really do need to get that application done.
Oh, and I'll be spending a fair chunk of Saturday in Edinburgh, at the eponymous university's open day. I'll be seeing a lecture and possibly touring the facilities along with several friends. The fact that university now seems so close is actually very, very scary. It seems like it was barely yesterday that I was in an S2 Careers lesson, pretending I wanted to be a lawyer just so the teacher would stop asking me questions.
It also means that I have to write a personal statement that will have a large effect on whether or not I get accepted into my courses of choice. It's another one of those things where I have to pretend that I have interesting hobbies and then make up nonsense about learning “skills” and “qualities” from them.
I've said this many time before, I know, but I just find that very hard to do. On some level, I guess I consider it lying. I don't find that my hobbies and activities have any deep profound effect on me. If anything, I do the things that I do because of my personality, rather than the other way around. My brain just doesn't like dealing with such abstract and intangible qualities, that are pretty much nothing more than a matter of opinion.
Which, incidentally, was why I always hated English. As evidenced by my A in the prelim and my C in the actual exam, getting the questions right (and getting the right questions) is largely a matter of luck. Admittedly, a lot of people fell down on the English exam and it's caused a few rumbles in the education community. Even the English teacher handling the appeals for my school said she wasn't happy with how the whole process was going. I was lucky enough to get back up to a B on appeal.
Still, that's neither here nor there. I've got to go and post some stuff on Corbett's Fiction. Nothing much, just mentioning the hiatus and then maybe doing some work on the characters bios and so on.
Have a nice day.
posted by Alasdair Corbett at
11:10 PM
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