I was checking my wordpress just for the hell of it, and the option “Write” in the upper left hand corner of the screen looked so inviting. I love writing, so I decided to keep on with this blog, even though I have nothing of real consequence to say. Maybe Marie or my sister will check it every month or so, that’s enough for me. I’ve been writing a ton in my journal since I got back, but there’s something about sharing what I put down with other people that I like. I’m definitely going to have to revise that last statement, I don’t think it made much sense.
I keep trying to write stories, mostly cause I haven’t since I was 16, but it’s HARD. I don’t know what to write about, so many other people’s stories bore me (sorry), and it feels stiff. I should probably start with my own. Story, that is. Why is it so much easier to write about Nothing than to write about Something? Or am I just weird?
Today I was signing up for classes (I’m on the 12 year program, it seems, for undergrad. Life is so distracting), and I was telling my mother how frustrated I was getting with their website. I was feeling very criticized by it. She looked up at me from her coffee and asked if I was really having an emotional response to a website. Well, yeah, I was. It kept re-routing me, using pretty condscending language, making me log in again and again. All in all, a very rude and churlish website. not a fan.
Oh, and I decided not to revise my need-to-share thought. I can’t be concise and super-readable all the time.
I think I’m going to continue here.
December 13, 2007 · 3 Comments
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D'Anne // December 31, 2007 at 4:48 am
Yay, so glad I checked in! I was hoping that you’d continue to blog at some point, you have so much to say, but I don’t often get to hear your deep thoughts when we’re hanging out. I am much the same way, I find it easier to share my feelings by writing than by talking, and somehow knowing that it might be read by people makes me really try and think about how I want to write it. Also love the editability, which conversation sadly lacks. Huh, a little red underline is telling me that “editability” is not a word. Well, it should be.
And don’t worry about being concise and super-readable… sometimes thoughts just can’t be whittled down to convenient sentences. I actually enjoy the occasional awkwardly worded phrasing - it keeps us all human. Not that you were being awkward, because I understood you perfectly. Unless that just means we’re both awkward - which is a distinct possibility - and you’re the only one of us who can recognize it.
Love you…
D’Anne
D'Anne // December 31, 2007 at 4:49 am
You may now call me “comma queen”. Oy.
Sara // January 19, 2008 at 4:16 am
I love that awkwardness runs in the family. And maybe a fun way with words. We should write a book together.
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