Week 11

This week we were to do workshop in class, however, my car broke down and I was busy getting a new one and wasn't able to make it to class. Frustrating, because I feel SO far behind. We are to continue to revise our pieces of work. And revising them 3 times just seeems like a lot right now. To be completely honest I don't care about what I write, and I don't take what I write seriously, so it is really hard for me to care about what I am doing in this class, but I still want a good grade so here I go...Revising work is not a fun task for me. I have no desire to do any creative writing again. In fact creative writing is, and always has been, the least interesting thing in school that I am asked to do. I am just counting down the days till the end of this class.

I am so sick of revising pieces. I don't think my work is good to begin with, and then I have to revise it 3 more times, and make them that much worse. This class just is not fun for me anymore. I have struggled finding inspiration. I keep struggling coming up with something interesting or writing something someone might care about. Sometimes I wonder what the point of it all is anymore.

Making a literary journal just seems like, silly. The fact that we are actually going to make our own seems strange. We aren't going to make any new issues, it will be printed once. Then never be looked at again. In fact, I will probably throw my Indiana Review literary journal away as soon as this class ends. The artistic process of it all is great for some people, just not me..