My Cardboard Balcony

So I totally didn't almost forget to write this because I was playing video games and solitaire! Eh, heh, heh...eh...yeah... So, temporary job: It's not bad at all. I really like the people I work with, and we all really get along. The work can be a bit complicated, but it's doable; I just haven't been working very long hours. Hopefully that will be changing next week, so maybe I can work at least six hours a day. Of course, it'll all come down to when the rest of the scorers and I finish up grading this test. We've already completed grading four out of six subtests, and that's in a matter of a week and a half. So much for stretching out this job as long as possible. I guess we're all just too efficient! Writing: There are now nine chapters in my latest novel. Whenever I have the energy, I pump something out. I think due to the hit in my confidence after my job prospects got weird, it's been difficult to keep myself motivated. I have to really pu

For the final assignment we had in my Shakespeare Tragedies and Romances class I took back in senior year of college, we were given the option of writing any additional scenes, prologue, or epilogue for one of the plays we studied. With some edits, this is the resulting assignment I wrote back in May of 2011. It got a B+. The Winter’s Tale: The Lost Story of Antigonus: Three Scenes From A Missing Act by Belinda Roddie Act VI, Scene I Enter Antigonus, stooped with age. ANTIGONUS These sixteen years have weighed upon my brow, and sixteen more will wear away my eyes, my ears, my tongue – the flow’ry speech! Aye, man, no use in fancy words that trip the fool and send him tumbling down into the sand. My feet have blistered on these rocks before, and now the wounds will fester yet again. Come, rest a while, Antigonus, and calm the battered flesh that holds your heart within. Ah, poor man who believed that he, redeemed, would find his safe return t’ Leontes’ court! Th

"Are you sure that the server droid at this time is efficient enough?" "Absolutely," replied the CEO, folding her arms and hiding a smile behind her lipstick. "It should be ready to replace waiters and bartenders within the next six months. Profits will soar by at least twenty percent in most restaurants." "Seems not quite human, ma'am," mumbled the reporter. "Of course it isn't!" the CEO scoffed. "Because the droids aren't human, silly!"