Like They Said It Would

Summer has arrived.

I'm so happy, happy, happy.  

Not with my writing.  I decided I'd do a last ditch effort and toss out one last fanfiction short before I hunker down and begin rewriting (that sounds like a horrible process, doesn't it?) ATRS. The one-shot is called "The Point of Tomorrow."  I have this weird obsession with stories dealing with immortality.  I think immortality is really deep, and the concept of whether or not it's actually desirable makes for juicy, lovely fics.  It's one of the central reasons Twilight was intriguing, and I wish Stephenie Meyer had taken more time on it.  

Anyway, unlike "Hero, Standing Alone," this is taking forever to crap out, mainly because I only have a bunch of candybar scenes and no cohesive thread to bring it together.  

I won't lie. I'm liking this spontaneous (temporary) return to fanfiction partly because my stuff is being so well-received.  I think everyone appreciates praise, even if it doesn't help you grow. Praise is nice.  I'm sure I'll be getting plenty of criticism in my writing class this summer anyway.

Speaking of my love for praise: my psych TA emailed me and told me I had the highest score on the final in his two sections, and I got an A+ in the class!  If only an A+ actually meant something, haha.  Still the same as an A, only makes you feel kind of lame for working harder than you needed to.  But the email was quite nice, and he made me feel all warm inside when he said he'd like to recruit me to the psych department, except the history department probably wouldn't want to lose me.  

Hope you're all having a wonderful weekend.  With lots of praise.  :-)