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for the past two wednesdays,
there have been crazy storms
and the tornado sirens go off the entire
time im in class. weird.
anyway.. my music class is cancelled for
tomorrow, which means i get to come home
early. rick and i are going to have a lunch date.
yay. he's off the rest of the week, so it's nice
that i'll be able to do something with him.
suzanne knocked our total number of essay/journals
down from eight to five. she is amazing. now i
only have two more to do, so i can give myself
a little break in the next couple weeks.
i'm really disappointed in myself when it comes
to poetry though. i'm slacking but not slacking.
i'm trying my best to just write and put out
good material.. but i just dont feel like it's
there. i don't feel there. but then i get something
back that turns out to be really good and i have
no idea how the hell that happened. i need to do
major revisions to a lot of my work for my portfolio..
just to make myself happy. that's all that matters.
to prove to myself i can do it.
it's hard to be in that space between poetry and
prose. i like to break the walls between them,
blur them. it's much easier to write poetical prose
than prosey poems. it's really hard to get my style
from my creative nonfiction, and my fiction, to mesh
with my poetry. i have a conference with dr hermsen
next week so hopefully i can try to figure something out.
voice poems kick my ass times infinity though. i have
amazing ideas.. they just never come through.
i want to do something with the myth of orpheus
and eurydices. a voice poem in two parts, his
and hers.. but twist hers. i dont know. it's something
that is going to take a while. i considered doing it
for my big project.. tell the whole story. my way.
put it in modern times. but who knows.
also.. when i get out of college (scary).. i think
i want to write things geared towards teenagers.
older young adult. books from that time always
made such an impact on me.. and still do.
the perks of being a wallflower notably.
i think that is a time that kids really need something.
they need to not feel alone, they need to feel
like there's something out there. they need
to feel infinite. i just want to write stories
and make people feel like i did. i want someone
to read a story of mine and feel like i did the
first time i read wallflower. just.. in awe. and sad
that it was over.. and just letting it sink.
but i guess first i have to write something longer
than ten pages. god i suck.
maybe nanowrimo will drag it out of me.