Almost 20 pages in word?! WTF?

To sum up last night's writing endeavors...

Riku: MOTHERFUCKINGHOLYSHIT this place IS HUGE. ._.; (feels insignificant)
Sora: o-o AS;LD—
Roxas: —F:KJHG! o-o

(Headdesk) BUT I ENJOYED WRITING IT. Even if lyakahime is going to chew it to bits later. I know this is superfluous text. But... It keeps me writing. That's important, ne desu ne?

Today's Wordcount: 10,900

In an odd sidenote, people in my office are talking hauntings and supernatural stuff. They're normally sane people, but... I feel awkward. o.O Not that I don't believe in spirits and whatnot, but we're coming from two widely different perspectives.

Them: Ghosts. Demons. Angels. Good v. Evil.
Me: Psychic impressions. Vibrations. Spirits. Moral ambiguity.

It would feel... kind of weird, stepping into the conversation. Which makes me sad, because I love freakiness like that. But really, when one of the phrases used is "sent by the Devil" and I don't accept the existence of absolute good/evil outside a philosophical concept, especially not a personification of such, I feel like we don't have much to say to each other here.

So... very weird. Hm.

ENG183 Tu&Th 7-9.15

Urg. This is just a short post, but.. gah.

Okay, backstory. My first community college (before the trek to Florida) was in Arizona. There were three classes there that I adored beyond all redemption. My Japanese class, my fencing class and my writing class. Those people--students and teachers--were my friends, and when the shit hit the fan I ended up having to leave all of them behind without more than a voicemail explaining why I'd left.

In my writing class, it was the last semester that Laura was going to teach. She needed to take time off for personal reasons--namely to work on her own novel. I love that woman. She's the one who taught me how to pay attention to the words coming out of my keyboard. She pointed out what works best for me when handling descriptions. She's the reason I have O-O-O (Object-Obstacle-Outcome) written on a card in my wallet, with a scribble of a mountain. The difference between fanfic and published fic in terms of style. I just can't begin to explain how she's influenced my writing. And on top of that, she's such a bubbly, insane, amazing person.

Today I got a form letter from the college. It said that she's coming back to teach, and that she hopes her old students will stop by or take the class again. It said "keep writing".

It just kind of broke me a little. I miss that class so damned much, but here I am. Stuck two thousand miles away. If any of my old friends show up, I won't be there to see them again. I won't be able to bring Laura cheesecake, or beg Suna for another chapter of her story. The two True Crime asshats won't tell me I'm wasting their precious learning time by cracking a joke. Did William ever finish his book? Will they sing The Scottsman while going for coffee at break on the first night, or just talk about their stories?

I'm just... yeah. Gods. I don't know what. But it hurts.