Posts Tagged ‘Grad school’

So I’m done applying to SAIC, just waiting for a late letter of rec (yes, professor Beardsley I’m calling you out & I don’t feel bad about it, cause I’m out of my wits wondering if it will come it).*

Live has hit a weird slow down. I feel a bit rudder cut with the application done. There so many moving parts to project madness it can be a bit overwhelming in a seeing the snowflakes for the avalanche sort of way

Delphi has been good at keeping some of that insanity at bay

She’s assisting in the transcription process & I’m only a little behind schedule. In the meantime the Dirty Old Man coffers are running low so I’ve been back on the market for a day job once more

I should be resuming a regular posting schedule soon which I believe will come out to twice per week.

 

 

*as of this posting Professor Beardsley has sent in his letter of recommendation and all is well in the world. I am told the delay had something to do with a lodging dispute in London, a spot of Sino-interrogation (Chinese water torture).

Suffering a terrible dental malady, he felt himself in poor form to write a letter for me enough things about me under the influence of copious amounts of pharmaceuticals

SAIC has assured me that upon receipt of the extracted tooth they will extend some lenience of the tardiness of the letter

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Hey all,
I’ve been gone for two weeks (at least, when I first started writing the post it was two weeks) now and though I would check in

The first week I was gone for Descent into Madness. If you don’t know what that is, check it out here.
Which so far has been a success
I’m tempted to turn the stream back on during the editing process, my typewriter seems suddenly lonely without you. I’m about to be gone for another five days (now passed) to be with family for the Christmas.
All my effort has been in the kickstarter and grad school application so I’ve not created any new content for you here.
Though if you want to keep track of what’s going on with the Madness Project, you can check it out on the KS page. I’ll be reposting some of the stuff here though as well.

Hopefully there will be some other projects to talk about soon, but it won’t be happening till at least the end of January so.
I’ll try to keep throwing stuff up here, but regular posting probably wont resume until at least the fifteenth which is when all my deadlines will be passed.

Running the Kickstarter took a lot more social energy than I thought, so I’m kinda snapping back n forth from one extreme to another.

January will hopefully be finding my way back up to some kind of balance. In the meantime I continue this process of self-hypnosis that begins everyday with the rhythm of the typewriter, though I can’t seem to get myself out of bed till almost noon most days.
Everything is coming to a head and while I am overwhelmed and anxious, I do not feel afraid.
My new flat is wonderful and I have a ‘place of my own’ as Virginia Wolfe once put it.
The people I live with are fantastic. I’m in a relationship for the first time that is healthy, stable, fulfilling, and in proper use of the oxford comma.
Money is tight as has most often been the case for the past couple years, but for once I find myself genuinely optimistic about the future.
I wish you all a very happy and wondrous new year

Well, my father used to hit me… Umm,

wow, that’s a bad start, isn’t it? Uh,

he didn’t… I mean I wouldn’t say I

was abused, but… He was just a

traditional sort of guy, you know?

I mean he never really hurt my mom or

my sister. He just felt that raising a hand to you was…

you know, the same way you punish your dog.

I guess that’s pretty awful

treating your children as if they were dogs and

maybe that’s worse than actually

taking a belt to them, but… I never

really resented him for it.

We had our fights just like anyone else. Well,

maybe more than most.

I scared him pretty bad once.

My sister and I were outside on the swing set

that the previous owners had built.

We were playing King of the Castle.

(You know it) Where we would try to be the first to climb up the

set and get on top of the garage from there and then stand at the top. Well

she got on up onto the roof first, but I was right behind her and before she

could reach the top, I grabbed her

by the collar and pulled her down.

Well, she landed pretty hard. Didn’t break anything mind you,

just hard

enough to knock the wind out of her

and make her cry.

Anyway, the crying

brings my father outside; And he

doesn’t do anything at first, he waits

for my mom to come out and take my sister inside, all cooing and patting her head.

He doesn’t say anything, but

I can tell by the look in his eye that he had seen the whole thing and

as soon as the women are out of earshot,

man. he lays a backhand on me like

nobody’s business. Just the hardest thing I had ever felt outta him.

Which sends me flying off the back porch and

I crack my head hard on the swing set

and cut my head open. I mean, I was

bleeding pretty good.

So I had to be taken to the emergency room.

By Him.

And the whole time.

I guess it just bothered me that he

never apologized.

I mean, I know it was an accident. I know he didn’t mean to do it, but

still, it was kind of his fault.

The whole time we’re driving there,

me crying and trying to hold my head

together with a wet dishcloth, and

he never said he was sorry. He just looked at me as if to say that it was

all my fault.

And I didn’t even care that he hit me. I didn’t care that I was in excruciating pain or that he had caused me to bleed all over my

favorite Ninja Turtles shirt.

What bothered me was that, as I sat there

in the waiting room dripping blood

onto the tile floor, cold, and scared,

and alone (he didn’t sit next to me,

by the way), simply by looking at his

face I could tell that he blamed me

for the whole damn incident.

I don’t think I ever forgave him for that.

 

November is nearly upon us and like most writers I’m psyching myself up for National Write a Novel in a Month, better known as NaNoWriMo. It’s a month-long sprint to a fifty thousand word document and this year it is showing up at a very interesting time in my life.

I am applying to Grad School. This requires mostly a lot of fretting, but also a lot of writing.

I’m launching a project at the beginning of November and I am going to need your help with it.

I will be filling in more details in the near future as I am able to. The project will take up the entire month and if successful, It means I’m going to have to follow it up immediately with another at the beginning of December, which will take me right on through the application deadline in early January.

So

busy busy busy

Oh, and Twitter. I’ve never cared much for the medium, but just yesterday (yesterday as of the fifteenth) I started in on it. This Dirty Old Man is trying to keep up with you kids and the social media game. I hear tell it’s a good way to connect with people and also hurl abuse at them. I’m up to 60 followers! which Delphi tells be is fairly pathetic.

With all these things in the works I don’t see how I am going to fit in a novel.
However, I think I am going to shoot for fifty thousand words in a month. I’m just going to include everything I do here along with the work for grad school and the other projects. I will keep a rolling total word count in the header of my posts so you can see how I’m doing.

If nothing else it will be good training for the December project (hint hint). Sorry to keep being mysterious. That’ll be done shortly.