Apparantly, I Suffer from Major Writer's Block
I remembered I had a FanFiction.net account, and I had it before the normal fiction split from the rest of the fanfiction site, my FictionPress.com account was made by default. I haven't updated those in a long, long, long time. Mostly because I'm a slacker, but partly because FF.net is kind of a pool of some pretty bad or odd fan fiction. I can't say much about the writers of FP.com, mostly because I haven't been reading anything on it as of late besides some of my friend's writings, and even so. I have like, three things on my FP listings, ha ha. Speaking of writer's block....
Why do you come to pass
Right when I need to do some writing?
Ideally, you should register
Towards the
End of the day,
Right before I go t’
Sleep.
Because you are so difficult and give me no
Leeway, I should-no, rather, I
Ought to do something about it and
Cry for a muse. Yours Truly,
Kumi.
That is the result of me being bored one day during senior year of high school. XD This ended up getting published in the middle-of-the-year Big Book of Poetry magazine (which is a pun in and of itself, because we advertised it as "Something BIG is coming" and it was actually really small). I don't know if part of the reason why it was in it was because I was involved in it and so were several of my good friends, but anyway, it was just a fun little poem.
Here's one (in Spanglish) that got published in the usual end-of-the-year publication (the design and general content of the magazine is that which, I hear, turned out to be the best that's ever been published at the school, by many accounts...and no I'm not making this up to inflate my ego):
The days go on and on,
Continuing endlessly,
The students with their homework,
Activities, and social lives,
The teachers with questions,
Papers, and grades,
All go to their homes…
All concerned with their own
Priorities, and not with the
Others….
Yes…los otros…
Las personas que quedan en la escuela,
Some that speak broken English,
Spanish, y las otras lenguas…
Ellos ayudan a limpiar los vestíbulos,
Los suelos, las mesas, las paredes….
The list does not end.
Están aquí todas las mañanas,
Observing the students
As they pass, the “Sunshine Crew”
Unnoticed.
They are the foundation,
The ones in the background…
“los de abajo.”
The story behind that one was that my two friends (_reddie, the very good artist with a dA account, and cadewalker, the prolific writer who also has a FictionPress account) discussed giving the janitors/cleaning people a gift before winter break during off hour. I wanted to help pitch in somehow, but seeing as I had a better shot writing than drawing something, I decided to write something. I wanted to use some Spanish, but didn't feel that my Spanish was strong enough, so after I wrote this and looked it over, I went to track down any Spanish teacher I had taken a class with. None of them were available so I went up to a teacher that I sort of knew but didn't get for one of my classes, and he corrected it for me. I think I wanted to go for something else slightly different in English for "los de abajo" but it didn't translate as I thought it would, so he suggested that (which I could attribute to the "Spanish student thinking in English" syndrome).
So yeah. I should do some writing. Hmm.
Why do you come to pass
Right when I need to do some writing?
Ideally, you should register
Towards the
End of the day,
Right before I go t’
Sleep.
Because you are so difficult and give me no
Leeway, I should-no, rather, I
Ought to do something about it and
Cry for a muse. Yours Truly,
Kumi.
That is the result of me being bored one day during senior year of high school. XD This ended up getting published in the middle-of-the-year Big Book of Poetry magazine (which is a pun in and of itself, because we advertised it as "Something BIG is coming" and it was actually really small). I don't know if part of the reason why it was in it was because I was involved in it and so were several of my good friends, but anyway, it was just a fun little poem.
Here's one (in Spanglish) that got published in the usual end-of-the-year publication (the design and general content of the magazine is that which, I hear, turned out to be the best that's ever been published at the school, by many accounts...and no I'm not making this up to inflate my ego):
The days go on and on,
Continuing endlessly,
The students with their homework,
Activities, and social lives,
The teachers with questions,
Papers, and grades,
All go to their homes…
All concerned with their own
Priorities, and not with the
Others….
Yes…los otros…
Las personas que quedan en la escuela,
Some that speak broken English,
Spanish, y las otras lenguas…
Ellos ayudan a limpiar los vestíbulos,
Los suelos, las mesas, las paredes….
The list does not end.
Están aquí todas las mañanas,
Observing the students
As they pass, the “Sunshine Crew”
Unnoticed.
They are the foundation,
The ones in the background…
“los de abajo.”
The story behind that one was that my two friends (_reddie, the very good artist with a dA account, and cadewalker, the prolific writer who also has a FictionPress account) discussed giving the janitors/cleaning people a gift before winter break during off hour. I wanted to help pitch in somehow, but seeing as I had a better shot writing than drawing something, I decided to write something. I wanted to use some Spanish, but didn't feel that my Spanish was strong enough, so after I wrote this and looked it over, I went to track down any Spanish teacher I had taken a class with. None of them were available so I went up to a teacher that I sort of knew but didn't get for one of my classes, and he corrected it for me. I think I wanted to go for something else slightly different in English for "los de abajo" but it didn't translate as I thought it would, so he suggested that (which I could attribute to the "Spanish student thinking in English" syndrome).
So yeah. I should do some writing. Hmm.