Week 11: Famous Last Words

            It’s November 1^st, which means it is National Novel Writing Month! Fifty thousand words in thirty days. It’s going to be a long month. I’m going to be working on my novel, a couple short stories for the PWSA anthology, my TV show pilot, and my final script. Thankfully, I’ve just got a couple more assignments and then I’ll be done with this class, so I’ll have plenty of time to concentrate on my writing.

            The project I’m most excited for right now is my final script. It’s about a girl who goes on a date with a guy she met online and has to keep her raging vegan tendencies on the D.L. so as to not ruin the date. It’s a script I think I’m going to have a lot of fun writing. Plus it’s the shortest of my projects, so that’s promising!

            As for the rest of my life, there’s not much going on. My writing is going to be my life for the entirety of this month. So I guess you could say I’m officially in a relationship with my laptop.  Too bad it can’t buy me dinner.

            I’m caught up on all my shows, which is awesome! Although they might have to go on hiatus so I can make sure I get all my writing done. I say this, but I know in my heart that I’m not going to not watch my shows. I’ll watch them, and I’ll enjoy the break!

            Xena is doing a bit better. She’s still incredibly shy, but she’s been getting up on the couches, which is quite the accomplishment! We were worried she’d never climb on the furniture. She still hides under my roommate’s bed, though. It’s really freaking annoying because she hides under there and doesn’t come out unless you drag her out. She’s also picked up the nasty habit of chewing up shoes. Goodbye flip flops, you will be missed.

Here's a couple pictures of Xena. She doesn't like to hold still for pictures, though, so they're a little blurry. She's a shy punk, but I love her! She's a sweetheart.

Week 11 Storytelling: Goddess Help Me Write This Paper

Saraswati Wallpaper via Santa Banta

Operation write my final essay has officially begun. In case you’re new to my blog, you should know that I am currently one essay away from graduating. And here I am telling all of my readers about said essay instead of actually writing it. Oh senioritis, why must you afflict me so?

What’s worse is that it’s for my capstone so I literally need it to pass the class and to be able to graduate. It’s not even a hard topic, but it’s so difficult because I don’t want to write anything. My major is Professional Writing and I have to write a 20-page paper on any topic that involves writing. Ironically, I could write about not wanting to write. I won’t though because I think my professor was born before the invention of sarcasm and laughter.

Anyway, I have my topic and I know what I want to write, but I just can’t. Some call it writer’s block, but I call it my stupid brain wanting me to join the McDonald’s workforce instead of graduating. Yes, my brain has it out for me. Friends have told me I’m crazy, but I know my brain wants me to fail at everything in life. But I have a plan that will solve all of this!

I’m going to invoke the powers of Saraswati, the goddess of words and writing. I figure she can be my own personal muse for this essay. Since I can’t seem to be able to do this alone, perhaps she’ll be able to help.

I’ve already got all the ingredients for the invocation. I’ve got some sage, a little bit of all four elements, a ceremonial knife, and tons of candles. I’ve seen The Craft like 50 times, and if seeing them invoke the spirits as many times as I have has taught me anything it’s how to summon up some magic. I mean, if I can’t invoke Saraswati then I don’t know who can because no one has seen that movie as many times as I.

Yes, I realize that I am using The Craft as my encyclopedia for all things invocation involved, but I don’t really give a damn. It’s a brilliant film inspired by real life and real magic. Everything in that film is real, you guys.

So I’m signing out now to go invoke my future muse. If it doesn’t work I’ll be back online immediately to write up a hate post on my. If it works, however, then I will see you all tomorrow after I write up the most pristine final essay for class and ace my final semester of my undergrad. Ciao for now!

THE END.

Author’s Note: My inspiration for this retelling just same from Buck’s invoking of Saraswati at the beginning of his version of the Mahabharata. I was just thinking that I really could have used a goddess of words and writing during quite a few of my writing classes (my capstone included). I thought it would be fun to just do it in a blogging style, since I totally don’t get to blog enough. But that’s the gist of it. I just wanted to utilize the character of Saraswati in my own story.

Buck, William (1973). Mahabharata.

Week 11: Reading Diary Pt. B

They're quite clever building that escape route out of the house fire-trap, but I'm little concerned that the story just glazes over the six corpses they leave in the Pandavas' places. Like, shouldn't everybody be wondering who these corpses are? I feel like you can't just randomly have six corpses, they need to have come from somewhere. I don't think the characters in this story realize how babies are supposed to be made. There's the woman with the 100 children made in jars after she gives birth to a mass. Then two cups of butter into a fire? This story is so odd. I still love Krishna. Although, I'm not sure how I feel about him being an avatar of Vishnu mainly because Rama was a butthole.

Week 11: Reading Diary Pt. A

I need to start praying to Saraswati. Maybe then I'll be able to write everything I want to write and have tons of inspiration to boot! I really love Ganesha. It's so easy to find gorgeous pictures of Ganesha online, and I just love reading about him. So the ocean used to be milk before the Gods churned it into salt. That's an interesting story. Quite the prologue to the Mahabharata this time around. Buck certainly likes to add and lot to the original epics. So sad that Bhishma put the blind one down and just made Pandu king. Rude. Gandhari is such a sweetheart! She shares in her husband's blindness? That's some true love, but shoot! Pregnant with 100 sons? That's irrational. Nobody should ever have that many children. Ever.