So, it’s technically Week 11 for my Publishing class, because we started a week late. As Tuesday classes do, because of how the semester is.

But starting tomorrow, I’m in Week 12 of my first semester at SFU.

What? Huh? How did that even HAPPEN?

Anyways, let’s get into it.

TIP: Don’t Set Your Plans In Stone. Clay Does The Trick.

So, I think I officially know what my degree is going to look like.

I’m a Communication and Interactive Arts Major, with a Minor in Publishing.

Hopefully. Fingers crossed.

For a while, I was looking at the Contemporary Arts minor, too, but I think I’ll get by without it. I also was intrigued by the Creative Writing certificate, but I remembered I kind of hate studying poetry and fiction in an academic setting. As for Publishing? Well, thanks to my major, I’m technically almost halfway through a minor already.

I had a whole crisis about it last night. The same way I do about most of my creative endeavours. I think to myself, THIS has to happen THIS EXACT WAY in THIS EXACT TIME.

But really, how often is that actually feasible?

Like, I was going to try querying my novel this year. Ten months later, and I’m up to my neck in more revisions, because I thought of so many ways it could be better.

Do I still want to start querying again? Yes, but maybe sometime in the next year or two. Much like how I still want to graduate, but only now has my degree taken shape.

Be like clay. Have a path, but have it be malleable. It’ll save you a lot of headache.

Unrelated, but I want to try pottery someday. It looks fun.

TRIAL: Non-Evaluative Language

So, this week, I had my second meet with one of the two playwriting cohorts I’m in. Why am I in two? Well, I love excess.

Anyways, this one in particular practices “non-evaluative language.” This means we avoid words like “love,” “like,” “good,” “bad,” “strong,” “weak,” and so on. We’re more about what catches our attention, what questions we have, and so on.

I remember being terrified of this at first. How was I going to know if my work was good if people didn’t say it was good?

But as it turns out, you can gauge a lot from the non-evaluative things people say. It becomes less of a review and more of an excavation, as they get close and precise with their commentary.

And you don’t need an archeologist to say, “Wow, that’s a great pottery fragment” to know they think it’s deeply fascinating, do you? You can see that in how they describe the era it’s from, how it was made, and what it was used for.

Evaluative writing is kind of like that. It’s an excavation of passion for someone’s work. Like, look at how much I got down.

Rec: Yeah, No, I’m Really Fried From Studying So Can I Just Recommend Schitt’s Creek Again?

Genuinely, I am toast. I was up until 3am last night, partially because I’d put off reading Marx for so long. Yeah, it’s gotten to a point where I’m putting off reading Marx. Dire straits, everybody.

So, I think I talked about Schitt’s Creek back when I had the Create/Consume model for my blog, which was a nightmare, and I atone for it every day. But really, this is one of the most sincere, loving, and hilarious shows I’ve ever watched, and an excellent finals-season binge. Considering my midterms-season binge is Bojack Horseman, my standards might be low, but watching this made me feel good. And as a gay person, it made me feel seen. David Rose is probably one of the most relatable characters on TV for me, for better or worse.

Schitt's Creek: Sexuality Isn't the Joke - Ms En Scene
Live footage of me watching Schitt’s Creek.

Anyways, I just finished a rewatch with my parents, and the finale never fails to get me emotional. I won’t spoil, but if you want a feel-good show where every line hits and you can’t stop smiling. Also, Catherine O’Hara is there and she’s hilarious.

"Gossip is the devils telephone" Stickers by soopermom11 ...
This is an actual quote. It lives in my brain rent-free.

Until next time.