Warning: This Post Contains A Whole Lotta Words
So, I started this LiveJournal with the intention of getting myself writing again. As Will has so profoundly (and humourously!) pointed out, I'm pretty crap at keeping up with the entries. It's not that I have nothing to write aboot, it's pretty much just that I'm lazy. Or unmotivated. Or both.
Anyway, while at work yesterday, I was printing up a rather sentimental love song written by a customer, and couldn't help but chuckle to myself as it reminded me of a satirical love poem I had written in my Grade 12 (maybe 13?) Writer's Craft class that was pretty much taking the piss of well-intentioned romantics who attempt to pen poetry for their beloved, only to have it come out a steaming pile of poo. Yes, poo. It was something akin to:
Your hair, it is soft,
Like something else that is also soft,
Like a cat, or something.
(And so forth...)
I came home with every intention of digging up said poem and posting it here for the comedic enjoyment of all (and myself too, for I really wanted to read it again, and am curious to see if it's really as funny as I remember it being). Sadly, in rummaging through my various bits of writing, I couldn't find it. Methinks it lurks in one of the few boxes of personal possessions I left with my Mum before I took flight to LA. D'ah well - something to look forward to I s'pose.
However, I did come across a story that I must have written in, I dunno, grade 10 or 11 perhaps, and for some unfathomable reason was inspired to share. Having re-read it, the writing mistakes of a younger me are pretty evident, but I still find the concept intriguing, and have often times thought of re-working it now, having let the idea fester in my mind for untold years. Who knows what shape it could eventually take, but the kernel of the concept is still appealing to me, and I would love to build a bigger story around it one day.
So, for your reading enjoyment, (for those that care to read anyway, and don't worry, I won't be offended in the least if you DON'T care to read) I present to you...
Anyway, while at work yesterday, I was printing up a rather sentimental love song written by a customer, and couldn't help but chuckle to myself as it reminded me of a satirical love poem I had written in my Grade 12 (maybe 13?) Writer's Craft class that was pretty much taking the piss of well-intentioned romantics who attempt to pen poetry for their beloved, only to have it come out a steaming pile of poo. Yes, poo. It was something akin to:
Your hair, it is soft,
Like something else that is also soft,
Like a cat, or something.
(And so forth...)
I came home with every intention of digging up said poem and posting it here for the comedic enjoyment of all (and myself too, for I really wanted to read it again, and am curious to see if it's really as funny as I remember it being). Sadly, in rummaging through my various bits of writing, I couldn't find it. Methinks it lurks in one of the few boxes of personal possessions I left with my Mum before I took flight to LA. D'ah well - something to look forward to I s'pose.
However, I did come across a story that I must have written in, I dunno, grade 10 or 11 perhaps, and for some unfathomable reason was inspired to share. Having re-read it, the writing mistakes of a younger me are pretty evident, but I still find the concept intriguing, and have often times thought of re-working it now, having let the idea fester in my mind for untold years. Who knows what shape it could eventually take, but the kernel of the concept is still appealing to me, and I would love to build a bigger story around it one day.
So, for your reading enjoyment, (for those that care to read anyway, and don't worry, I won't be offended in the least if you DON'T care to read) I present to you...