399: I Blame This on the Lingering Haze...
I've been feeling kinda bummed, and not just 'cause of the sickness. Yeah, this is your cue to stop reading as I commence to ramble about... WRITING! (Oh, Lord. You've all heard something of this tune from me before, but anyway... )
Y'know one of the odd things about going to a school where the mascot is a Poet and everyone is Poets? Calling yourself a Poet loses meaning--or the meaning becomes a social, as opposed to individual thing. Maybe I'll call myself a Linguistic Artist--I do like to call my poems paintings with words, so why not round out the pretension?
At any rate, I'm both feeling better and worse about my writing. There as Geiger fawning over my first English paper (had the actual midterm today--coulda gone worse or better, depending on how you view it; I have no problem acing these kinds of English tests though, where I get to write...); my Philosophy paper is coming along, so I'm feeling confident about that.
I guess it was just that fiction piece yesterday. It's definitely a step towards actually writing fiction now, but, as with all first attemps, it has its... er, *problems*. (Tries to put it gently). Now that the essays are FINALLY catching up, I suppose the fiction needs to do it too? Of course, then, it will be drama that needs to catch up, then articles, then songs, and then whatever the fuck else I'm gonna end up writing...
The thing about being a true Artist is the whole multi-medium thing; and the thing about that is, there's always another medium you need to totally start over in. But it all makes you better and more satisfied, right?
In other news: 400th post coming up, wow! To negate this whiny post, I will have what is perhaps my biggest accomplishment yet... My Life's Work #1--Eve's coy term--for the past several years. And the central piece of my first book. And now that I have this bit, it has officially stepped from the territory of ideas and is now birthing its awkward, painful way into REAL, LIVING DRAFTS.
Oh, Virgin Mary, help us all if these poems aren't good! I need to think they're good... otherwise, what's the point? Hopefully if you guys do totally hate them, it won't destroy me. I think my writing is becoming a wee bit more organic now, though, so hopefully you won't...*crosses fingers*
Y'know one of the odd things about going to a school where the mascot is a Poet and everyone is Poets? Calling yourself a Poet loses meaning--or the meaning becomes a social, as opposed to individual thing. Maybe I'll call myself a Linguistic Artist--I do like to call my poems paintings with words, so why not round out the pretension?
At any rate, I'm both feeling better and worse about my writing. There as Geiger fawning over my first English paper (had the actual midterm today--coulda gone worse or better, depending on how you view it; I have no problem acing these kinds of English tests though, where I get to write...); my Philosophy paper is coming along, so I'm feeling confident about that.
I guess it was just that fiction piece yesterday. It's definitely a step towards actually writing fiction now, but, as with all first attemps, it has its... er, *problems*. (Tries to put it gently). Now that the essays are FINALLY catching up, I suppose the fiction needs to do it too? Of course, then, it will be drama that needs to catch up, then articles, then songs, and then whatever the fuck else I'm gonna end up writing...
The thing about being a true Artist is the whole multi-medium thing; and the thing about that is, there's always another medium you need to totally start over in. But it all makes you better and more satisfied, right?
In other news: 400th post coming up, wow! To negate this whiny post, I will have what is perhaps my biggest accomplishment yet... My Life's Work #1--Eve's coy term--for the past several years. And the central piece of my first book. And now that I have this bit, it has officially stepped from the territory of ideas and is now birthing its awkward, painful way into REAL, LIVING DRAFTS.
Oh, Virgin Mary, help us all if these poems aren't good! I need to think they're good... otherwise, what's the point? Hopefully if you guys do totally hate them, it won't destroy me. I think my writing is becoming a wee bit more organic now, though, so hopefully you won't...*crosses fingers*