And so, amid the colorful backdrop of Milledgeville, I begin my second semester at Georgia College ( Read more... )

Fucking computers ( Read more... )

 Sundays are inherently sad...

Here I sit, alone in the writing center, staring at an all-but-complete handout for my Graham Greene presentation this Tuesday.  I feel like it's missing something--perhaps it needs more quotations--but I don't have the drive to dig through the book, hunting for more.  Honestly, I don't have the drive to do much more ( Read more... )

Research papers, smee-search papers ( Read more... )

What ever happened to Will ( Read more... )

And just as soon as I've returned, a load of work is dumped upon me...

So much to do (mainly complain), so little time (ample time, if not for amount squandered while complaining).  Oh well, so it goes.  Over the next two weeks, I need to accomplish a number of things, including an analytical essay of Dorris Lessing's tome The Golden Notebook, a ( Read more... )

Still here, still fine ( Read more... )

 hello...

below you'll find a link to my first MFA submission.  I did several drafts on this story, and I'm decently satisfied with this one, though it still feels a little top-heavy to me.  as always, fell free to tell me what you think. it'll be critiqued a week from today.  i can't think of a title for the life of me.

William Torrey                ( Read more... )

here in milledgeville, my ice-machine overfloweth....

most mornings, while sitting on my apartment's only couch and drinking several chilled cups of folger's dark roast,  i can't help but think of the SCAT House's always-empty ice-machine.  With four people sharing an apartment--not to mention our myriad nightly visitors--the poor contraption just ( Read more... )

still here...

a week's worth of opressive heat in milledgeville has subsided, giving way to afternoons blessed by slow and gentle breezes; they run through the leaves of oak trees and carry with them an almost wintery scent.  i've made some friends here, each one a newcomer to the true south.  writing has gone from a bi-monthly spew of mixed images ( Read more... )