Nothing Happens on Tuesdays

"The King of Nothingness" went through peer critique today. And I have two differing opinions. One is that people wanted more information on the kid's backstory, and the second was to skip the backstory and expound on the ending. This story is uploaded HERE is anyone desires to read it before I edit and upload here.

I got THREE different people in the class tell me that it reeked of Gaiman-esque-ness. And apparently that's a word now too. Shawn knew that I was aiming for something kinda like the Sandman, but I got a Good Omens reference out of NOWHERE. Which means I did something right. And I was told today that I was deep. And coming from pretentious art kids, my ego has been FED. It's a horrid thing to say, I'm sure, but I suppose my ego has to feel better once in a while.

I finished my biography for the Promethean journal today too. And I managed to keep the "who would win in a fight between." RAD.

Where's Your Crown?

I've finished it. Shawn says it works, and we worked on the things that didn't. So, the new short story is basically done. "The King of Nothingness." It's based both on The Sandman and Metallica's "King Nothing." This random piece of literature just...popped out.

And it's awesome, because I am REALLY sick of reading memoir in Creative Writing. Apparently that's the only literature that means a damn. *eyeroll* Whatever. It's dark, funny, and philosophical, and I am rather pleased with the outcome. That isn't to say that it's perfect, because I'm sure someone in the workshop will have issues with it.

I just hope it doesn't get reamed because it's not "real." Literature can be an escape too, can't it?