#misconnection

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Disagreement is part of the process of unity. Often the fighting is about our inability to talk about the way things are really important to us. It's more than miscommunication, it's misconnection.

Dr. Dan Zink

[alextriestowritestuff]

The Stages of Writing Workshop

Sooo my first short story workshop is in three-ish weeks. I’m turning in Misconnection, a lit fic story about three estranged friends who have an intense conversation after the untimely death of a mutual friend. They basically dump six years of resentment™ on each other. You can follow their thread here. Anyway, I’ve gone through two other workshops and I’ve chose some gifs to represent my general feelings when workshopping others, the dreaded time when it’s my turn, then (generally) how workshopping my stories go. Hope some of you guys can relate!

1. Signing up for the class/workshop:

2. Reading the syllabus/being given instruction to write x amount of stories that will be critiqued  

3. You pick/get assigned a time to turn in your story. You start working on it really hard, praying:

4. Reading other people’s stories that are good:

5. Reading other people’s stories that are not so good: 

6. Me trying to sit down and write the story:

7. Me turning in my story, thinking my peers are about to rip me a new one during workshop:

8. Obeying the rules of workshop and trying not to talk when your story is being workshopped:

9. People actually being nice and saying your story is good:

10. When the point out a flaw in the story that you tried to fix/hoped they wouldn’t notice:

11. Thanking your class for their kind comments and constructive criticism. Realizing that you’re a not shitty writer and will turn in an improved draft next time:

[rosereign]

I smell so good :(

[schoolofthearts]

Tonight is the reception for Martin Townsend's show Misconnection. Come to Ayres Hall 5-7pm to view and chat about his work. See you here!

[gracesamboh]

Dear Turkish Airline,

The connection between Berlin - Istanbul (TK1294) and Jakarta - Istanbul (TK56) flights failed us this dawn, June 22 2019. The first stop we made to ask was to information desk near at the beginning of Gate F. He calmly and assuringly said: “Your flight is rescheduled to tomorrow, at the same time. So, June 23, 02.20 am. We have a hotel room for you, your luggage will be there, and we will take care of the visa fee. Please proceed to our Hotel Desk, after the passport control.” So, we did.

First problem we faced was: We could only pay the Turkey visa fee with USD. It was 35 USD for each of us. Why on earth would we have USD cash with us?! The arrogant visa guy said: "Indonesian passport? You have to pay in USD!” We went to a near by money changer and even the guys there tried asking the visa counter themselves. Because they knew that the conversion would be double (EUR to LYR; and LYR to USD). Anyway, so we had to, right? For 70 USD, we had to give them 93 EUR. The moneychanger people also said that the Turkish Airline will reimburse your visa. So, we were a bit okay with it. Also we were tired. This was already 2.30am…

By the time we got out to the Hotel Desk reception in the airport, it was already 3 am. The counter guy said that we had to wait for his arrangements. We had began to worry again by this point, so we asked: What about our luggage. They Hotel Desk reception said that it would be ready for us in the hotel. An, that it would not take more than 30 minutes for him to prepare things for us. He was rather precise. A little bit before half an hour, we were herded out by two guys that seems to keep changing between being sure where we which car we were heading or completely unsure of what they are doing. They argued a bit with the driver near by the parking space, but anyway, by 3.30pm, we are finally sitting in the car.

We had to wait a bit for other groups to join us in this car. The journey took us about 1 hour to get to Eser Diamond Hotel, Silivri. A super edgy hotel almost in the middle of nowhere. No offense to people living in this neighborhood, it was more of a question: Why not put us in an airport hotel? What kind of twisted idea of saving money or whatever idea efficiency where you thinking about that we had to be driven this far and almost as if we were given no options at all…

This has to lead to the attitude of the hotel reception. “No English” was one the repeated sentence I had to deal with. Along with having to let other people that were lining behind me get served before me. It is as if these two men behind the receptionist desk refuse to speak to a woman. Finally there was only me, so they had to deal with me. They handed one room key to me, I insisted to have two as I am traveling with my partner. Reluctantly, I received it. So, I asked: What about the time to check out and airport pick up? They flagged a printed paper on my face —like seriously— and said: No English, all there. Oh wow! I was super pissed. Clearly you understood what I was saying about they key. Anyway, this was already 5.15am. I was too tired to hassle. I had forgotten about our luggage and simply need some sleep.

I woke up and rescheduled our connection flight from Jakarta - Jogja. That was simple. Took me 15 minutes call to reschedule both mine and my partner. I tried reaching Turkish Airline hotline service by call. It keep failing after I press 9 for English. I tried calling (in Istanbul time, GMT +3) first at 6am, then at 9am, then at 1.30pm. Then I gave up and asked the organization who arranged me this trip to contact Turkish Airline as well as their travel agent. 

So, Turkish Airline, can you now tell me where our luggages are? Where should we get our visa reimbursement from? And, can we get to the airport by 8pm because there really is nothing we can eat here in this deserted place? If some form of identity theft is happening to us, will you be responsible? (The hotel insisted on keeping our passport for their convenience —again, I was too tired to argue.)

Sincerely, Grace Samboh (Written in June 22, 2019, 4.40 pm, GMT +3)

[michealbos]

Come now, I haven't had a vision in AGES! What's up with my powers. Are they malfunctioning or something?!

Me Tonight

[dr-thornbury]

I've been single for far too long now ._. I haven't even met someone yet that I'm remotely attracted to.. Aghh

[whatohiuhli]

Brandon in The Yellow Sweatband

alright tumblr community. help a sista out. Met a boy at a rave event, called paradiso, in Washington. He's from Canada. I think somewhere in BC, not exactly sure. From what I can remember, he's maybe 21, ethnicity is Indian, had a Hindu tattoo somewhere on his torso that meant something about family (not sure), wore like a maroon or red bro tank when we met, likes dancing. Aaand of course I would be such a space case and lose him in the crowd without exchanging contacts. And strangely, despite the lacking knowledge and description I... well... Reluctantly admit I'm a little sprung on the guy. Honestly, there's a good chance he might not even remember me or care to ever see me again but I'm sitting on this off chance that maybe I'm not just tripping and there's a good reason why I can't easily let this go. And hopefully a mutual reason. I'm not big on romantic gestures and I've no experience on man hunting so I come to tumblr. And if any of you happen to be Canadians who live in British Columbia who know a cool guy named Brandon who has a little sister and went to Paradiso with a group of other people from Canada and has a friend named Jesse or something. Please, please, please let me know. Or let him know that Aya from Paradiso hates that she lost him during Kaskade and couldn't go back to camp with him after their performance. please I swear I will just Ugh I've never felt so desperate to hear from someone, this is just so strange to me.