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Week 8 Reading and Writing

Looking Back
I really like the structure of reading and writing in this class. I never knew how much I enjoyed writing stories. I think my favorite reading so far has been the Ramayana. While completely outlandish, it still felt somehow relatable. At least for the most part. I also enjoyed the Ravana graphic novel. The other two weren't very good, but the Ravana one was a solid OK. In all honesty, I didn't really like the Mahabharata. I just didn't feel any connection with any of the stories. 

Reading notes kind of help with the writings. I mostly only use them as a short summary. They don't help at all with the actual writing since I already have a good feeling of how I want the story to play out when I start. But they do help me organize thoughts a little bit when I am planning.

I am pretty happy with how my storybook is going so far. Unfortunately I haven't been able to put a lot of time into the first drafts of both the intro and the first story, meaning that I have had to and am going to do sweeping revisions. That is a bit annoying, but at least we get to revise so I can't really be that upset.

I think my biggest accomplishment so far in this class is just getting more comfortable with writing stories. I can't remember actually sitting down and writing a story since like 8th grade. This was definitely a refreshing change of pace in terms of classes, and I think I may have found a possible hobby going into the future.

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Crossroads at Night
Source: Pinterest

This is may favorite image from the blog because I had to make it myself. I can almost guarantee you that if you try to find a picture of a crossroads in a forest at night that you will not be able to find one that is not a still from Supernatural with either Sam or Dean in it. I'm pretty sure I searched for at least 30 minutes to try to find one and couldn't. So I had to take an image of a forest crossroads during the day and use an image editor to try and make it look like night time. I just think it's kind of ridiculous that I had to do that. I definitely would have bet money that I could've found an image close enough to what I wanted because it was pretty generic. But I guess I was wrong.


Looking Forward
Pretty excited to keep working on my storybook.



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