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I
AM
SCREWED
I've only just realized how much of a bad idea taking creative writing next year is going to be. I didn't have a problem with the "no love" rule, I'm not a big fan of mushy myself anyway. What I WILL have a problem with, however, is that the only time I can write something remotely coherent AND poetic and/or enjoyable to read is when I'm bordering on emo. While that happens often enough to pass the class, I can't very well turn in some shit about being depressed. I tried writing happy once, because, for once, I WAS happy...it came out so much more depressing than anything I've ever written, that I couldn't even read it. I know that sounds pathetic, but I just couldn't read it because I REFUSE to be one of those pathetic emo kids that write and then cry at their own writing. Granted, I'm probably worse than that when it comes to this particular writing, but at least I'm not one of those.
Perhaps if I practice writing something...other than depressey, I migt get better at it. The only problem is, that's fine when it comes to prose, but anything resembling poetry automatically tinges itself with dark the moment I pick up my pen (or rather, pencil). Perhaps I could try humor again, that didn't turn out too horribly the first time I attempted it...except that the humor wasn't at all funny.
I have one writing, that I fully intend to use sometime duringt he semester. The final product has been seen by no one but myself. Yes, it's a bit depressing, but it's also not about myself. Well...I guess it is to a degree, but it's mostly about somebody else.
I have a second one (the depressing "happy" one). The first draft I might keep as a "backlog" piece as well. It could possibly be interpretted as a "love" poem, but since it's written in both first and second person, and I never SPECIFICALLY mention that the "you" is a person, it might work. I say the "first draft" when I mentioned this piece. It's less of a first draft and more of a separate piece written in the same time frame as this other one.
Regardless, I'm screwed.
AM
SCREWED
I've only just realized how much of a bad idea taking creative writing next year is going to be. I didn't have a problem with the "no love" rule, I'm not a big fan of mushy myself anyway. What I WILL have a problem with, however, is that the only time I can write something remotely coherent AND poetic and/or enjoyable to read is when I'm bordering on emo. While that happens often enough to pass the class, I can't very well turn in some shit about being depressed. I tried writing happy once, because, for once, I WAS happy...it came out so much more depressing than anything I've ever written, that I couldn't even read it. I know that sounds pathetic, but I just couldn't read it because I REFUSE to be one of those pathetic emo kids that write and then cry at their own writing. Granted, I'm probably worse than that when it comes to this particular writing, but at least I'm not one of those.
Perhaps if I practice writing something...other than depressey, I migt get better at it. The only problem is, that's fine when it comes to prose, but anything resembling poetry automatically tinges itself with dark the moment I pick up my pen (or rather, pencil). Perhaps I could try humor again, that didn't turn out too horribly the first time I attempted it...except that the humor wasn't at all funny.
I have one writing, that I fully intend to use sometime duringt he semester. The final product has been seen by no one but myself. Yes, it's a bit depressing, but it's also not about myself. Well...I guess it is to a degree, but it's mostly about somebody else.
I have a second one (the depressing "happy" one). The first draft I might keep as a "backlog" piece as well. It could possibly be interpretted as a "love" poem, but since it's written in both first and second person, and I never SPECIFICALLY mention that the "you" is a person, it might work. I say the "first draft" when I mentioned this piece. It's less of a first draft and more of a separate piece written in the same time frame as this other one.
Regardless, I'm screwed.