So, I decided that I should try to figure out Twitter. I started playing with it a few weeks ago with a profile called MyQuotableMom where I post "mom quotes." My mother is famous for saying bizarre things, and I kind of wanted to ride that wave with the guy that writes things his dad says. Anyway, I'm not serious about it, I just kind of wanted to check out this phenomenon everyone is so obsessed with. I mean, I think about 40% of conversations at work relate to Twitter and "social media" these days, so I got curious. I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about Twitter, but whatever. And I know...I'm slow to catch on -- I mean, I'm still using two spaces after a period when I type (which does not work well with Twitter, by the way...it really eats up the 140 characters)!
After a little while of getting comfortable with the idea of MyQuotableMom, I decided to set up a profile to connect with this blog. Granted, just about no one reads this blog (or the new associated Twitter page), but I wanted to feel like I'm self-promoting. Hahaha. So now I just need to figure out how Twitter works; it seems kind of complicated. Come "follow" me!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Poetry?
I wrote some words just now that might be interpreted as a poem of some sort (maybe?). Here it is:
The sky is blue-gray watercolor clouds;
the grass in the lot across the street from my window is dressed in its winter brown camouflage…
people drift by on the sidewalks wearing too much clothing on their ways to the post office and the market.
With dry lips and aching head, I watch the scene, dreaming of brighter days.
So...kind of cliche-y and uninteresting, but it came to me in a minute of staring out of my office window and being uninspired by the typical Central PA winter drab out there (all bare trees and muddy colors). It's Friday and I'm tired and dehydrated (probably shouldn't be drinking this coffee to wake up).
Boss is away, so I think I'll time-thief a little and try to work on a short story. Maybe something to share later? (But probably not). Blah.
The sky is blue-gray watercolor clouds;
the grass in the lot across the street from my window is dressed in its winter brown camouflage…
people drift by on the sidewalks wearing too much clothing on their ways to the post office and the market.
With dry lips and aching head, I watch the scene, dreaming of brighter days.
So...kind of cliche-y and uninteresting, but it came to me in a minute of staring out of my office window and being uninspired by the typical Central PA winter drab out there (all bare trees and muddy colors). It's Friday and I'm tired and dehydrated (probably shouldn't be drinking this coffee to wake up).
Boss is away, so I think I'll time-thief a little and try to work on a short story. Maybe something to share later? (But probably not). Blah.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
What it is that is up
So, no progress on the short story as yet. I did spend some time today looking at a short story idea generator on the internets, which told me that the theme should be weakness, the setting should be a post office, and the story should somehow involve a silk scarf. Maybe I'll give it go. Haha.
Anyway, I also wanted to make a short note on my feelings about keeping a journal. To quote Mr. Horse from the original Ren & Stimpy series, "No sir, I don't like it." I've been trying to write a bit at the end of each day in an effort to chronicle my final year (or, with any luck, months) living in my parents' house as an adult person. I find, though, that it's mostly complaints about how my dad is sleeping in front of the tv, which is blasting police chase shows or how my mom is clomping up the stairs to see what I'm doing. And really, these events occur so often that I shan't soon forget upon moving out. What I don't want to forget are all the little details that might contribute atmosphere or depth to possible future projects. Maybe I'm nutso, but I feel like the fact that my brother's room collects all the dishware in the house (and the rest of us have to sneak in when he's away and retrieve it) or the series of "cat pee incidents" (in which my mom's idiot cat pees on shoes and towels mistakenly left around) are poignant. Like I said...maybe I'm nutso. But that's what's up.
Anyway, I also wanted to make a short note on my feelings about keeping a journal. To quote Mr. Horse from the original Ren & Stimpy series, "No sir, I don't like it." I've been trying to write a bit at the end of each day in an effort to chronicle my final year (or, with any luck, months) living in my parents' house as an adult person. I find, though, that it's mostly complaints about how my dad is sleeping in front of the tv, which is blasting police chase shows or how my mom is clomping up the stairs to see what I'm doing. And really, these events occur so often that I shan't soon forget upon moving out. What I don't want to forget are all the little details that might contribute atmosphere or depth to possible future projects. Maybe I'm nutso, but I feel like the fact that my brother's room collects all the dishware in the house (and the rest of us have to sneak in when he's away and retrieve it) or the series of "cat pee incidents" (in which my mom's idiot cat pees on shoes and towels mistakenly left around) are poignant. Like I said...maybe I'm nutso. But that's what's up.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Short story
So, I got this email about a short story contest put on by the Kenyon Review for writers under 30. The submission can be no longer than 1,200 words (which now seems quite short after working on the NaNoWriMo novel). I'm totally going to enter -- the winner gets to attend their writers' workshop in the summer for free and gets their story published. The only problem is, I don't know what to write a short story about. The entries are due at the end of February, so I do have a little time, but I wonder what to do.
I just took a few minutes to read the two runner-up stories from last year (the winning story isn't online), and I don't know... One is good, the other seems kind of pretentious. Also, I don't have an MFA in creative writing. I did take that one creative writing course in college...haha.
I guess we'll see...I'm nervous to put myself out there with writing because I don't really fancy a knock-out punch from the rejection fairy in this area. Making up stories is the one thing I'd like to continue dreaming that I'm good at. I suppose winning contests isn't everything, and I'm not pinning being a successful writer on doing well in some contest, but my ego's fragile, damn it (and already so bruised from never having any good job prospects). Oh well...I'll give an update when I come up with some story scenarios or characters or something.
I just took a few minutes to read the two runner-up stories from last year (the winning story isn't online), and I don't know... One is good, the other seems kind of pretentious. Also, I don't have an MFA in creative writing. I did take that one creative writing course in college...haha.
I guess we'll see...I'm nervous to put myself out there with writing because I don't really fancy a knock-out punch from the rejection fairy in this area. Making up stories is the one thing I'd like to continue dreaming that I'm good at. I suppose winning contests isn't everything, and I'm not pinning being a successful writer on doing well in some contest, but my ego's fragile, damn it (and already so bruised from never having any good job prospects). Oh well...I'll give an update when I come up with some story scenarios or characters or something.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
An Untimely Update...
Well, I "won" NaNoWriMo at the end of November, though I didn't take the time to mention that on here. Of course, I didn't take the time to mention anything on here, so...oops. Anyway, I do want to get back to updating this blog since I find I have hours and hours at work where I'm really not doing anything but staring at celebrity gossip stories on the internets. Probably ought to do something productive, eh? Don't worry, I do perform the duties of my job, it just turns out that I don't really have the aptitude for secretarial work. I tend to finish all my work really quickly, but then do not feel motivated to seek more out. Secretarial work is really more for people who don't know how to multitask, I think. But that's not important. Back to NaNoWriMo (which is a dumb name, I know)...
To "win" NaNoWriMo, one must write 50,000 words in the 30 days of November. I didn't quite manage the full 50,000 honestly, so that's why I wasn't entirely proud to announce my "win." I think when all was said and done I came up with about 30,000 usable words. And now I just need to get back to working on adding to those (and editing). My novel really isn't too bad, I don't think, though it is probably a little boring and character-driven. I do have a plan to include a horrific fire set by the son of a major character as a homicide attempt; I just haven't gotten there. But that's action, right? :-)
Okay, I seriously promise to write more in this space in the coming months as I get back to writing novel #1 and move on to future projects. I guess this is also me committing myself to finishing novel #1 and moving on to future projects. I would actually like to try writing some poetry; I used to write angsty teen poems all the time when I was in high school, and I loved poetry a lot back then. When I got to college, professors told me that they didn't understand what my poems were about, so I decided to stop and work on writing in complete sentences. Haha.
To "win" NaNoWriMo, one must write 50,000 words in the 30 days of November. I didn't quite manage the full 50,000 honestly, so that's why I wasn't entirely proud to announce my "win." I think when all was said and done I came up with about 30,000 usable words. And now I just need to get back to working on adding to those (and editing). My novel really isn't too bad, I don't think, though it is probably a little boring and character-driven. I do have a plan to include a horrific fire set by the son of a major character as a homicide attempt; I just haven't gotten there. But that's action, right? :-)
Okay, I seriously promise to write more in this space in the coming months as I get back to writing novel #1 and move on to future projects. I guess this is also me committing myself to finishing novel #1 and moving on to future projects. I would actually like to try writing some poetry; I used to write angsty teen poems all the time when I was in high school, and I loved poetry a lot back then. When I got to college, professors told me that they didn't understand what my poems were about, so I decided to stop and work on writing in complete sentences. Haha.
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