So once again a new semester of school as begun, and I am extremely happy to actually be taking a class. I could only afford 1 class, and that is American literature, something I am looking forward to immensely. Granted most of the readings that are assigned of pieces that I have already read through, in my opinion literature classes aren't so much the reading of the literature, but the discussions that happen in the classroom, looking at a particular story from different perspectives, perspectives that you wouldn't even think about, giving those words hole new meaning. To me it's not so much reading new things or old things, its being able to read words you have seen before and being able to understand them in a different light. I love literature classes.
Unfortunately this is yet another thing in my life that takes up time in which I could be working on my novel, looks like I'm just going to manage my time better, but good news dealing with my book, I have had an epiphany on the current chapter that I am working on, I realized that the chapter held no purpose for the rest of the book so I scrapped it. That is pretty much all I have done in all of two weeks though, I'm trying to write for at least 2 hours every day in my story, I hope I can actually do it.