Hey friends!
Its the Cool Ranch Dorito dust in the bottom corner of the chip bag, Sam Cote, here with an update! As you may have noticed, I haven’t kept up with Weekly Favorites in the past month. This is mostly a scheduling issue– Thursdays don’t work particularly well for me this semester, and I’ve been holding on too tightly to a schedule that isn’t ideal anymore.
Rather than continuing to fail at uploading, I am proposing a hilariously easy solution: uploading on Wednesdays. The way my class schedule looks, I think this will be significantly easier for me to follow through on. I miss uploding, and will be back at it with next Wednesday’s Weekly Favorites!
For now, here is a bit of what I’ve been working on in my personal creative writing. It is an opening paragraph to the work I hope will turn into my first novel, and I will almost certainly rewrite this paragraph eighty more times. Enjoy!
“There once was a summer camp in a remote part of the forest that had no way to contact the outside world. If it did, the next [#] or so pages would make even less sense than they already do. In fact, upon arriving at Camp Fern Creek, one might note a sensory shift. Nothing so tangible as a change in the color of the sky or a sudden shift in the weather or the crossing of a clear threshold, but something rather more subtle. It is as though the fabric of reality changes from the predictable linen of the everyday world to something more closely resembling a Persian rug. From ground-level, this isn’t easily detectable. It is only after one wanders far from camp and winds up back in their own bed, or wonders where the food in the dining hall comes from that anyone has any inkling they might not be occupying the same reality that their parents drove home to in their wood-sided station wagon. Only a small handful of individuals have ever come to this conclusion, and fewer still have kept entertaining it longer than their high lasted. Camp is, indeed, a special place.”
sam D. Cote
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