Ever have one of those day where you show up to class only to realize that it is the biggest waste of your time ever? That’s my day today. Literally the whole point of today’s class was to show up and get attendance marks. So of course half the class isn’t here and I’m not sure why I didn’t sleep in.
I used the vast amounts of free time to write the same scene as a short story and as a TV show teaser and can’t seem to move on from the same point. I’ve begun hating all of my characters and want to kill them all, which is really the problem. If their main purpose is to die and that scene is already written, then what’s the point in giving them complicated lives? If I don’t care about them, how am I supposed to make other people care about them?
I guess I have to go back to the beginning and start with a story arc and actually plan out the events of the last six months of their lives. But I just don’t have the desire to do it. I have to create lives for these fictional people in more detail than I think I’ve ever done before and I HATE them. I’ve never hated my characters this much before. I liked the characters in my feature more than I like these four. They’re annoying and obnoxious and just a huge pain in my ass.
I’ve said several time over the last few days that I have five people in my head and only one of them is me. I’d like to be alone in here again, it’s interesting enough without the extra voices. Unfortunately I’m stuck with them for the next two years.
The question: Is giving up on something important to save your sanity worth it if you can’t do anything important sane?
