My posts have been sporadic, my internet presence considerably diminished by ever-engrossing schoolwork. I feel compelled to give a small update in the happenings of my life. I don't think anybody but Jason and a spare few random perusers ever see these things, but that won't stop me. This way, nobody can accuse me of withdrawing myself from your society, dear reader.
Life has reached an agreeable pitch. There's a girl now, and though the relationship is still very green and tender, I find her company deeply satisfying, and the element she adds to my day to day existence is a pleasing one.
I've taken up cursive again, with a conscious effort made toward neatness and legibility. I imagine style will evolve from there.
I've taken up writing with regular frequency, as handwriting practice would require. I think I understand what I need to do to be able to write stories. My original technique of sitting down at the keyboard and seeing what comes out isn't cutting it. Hopefully, I'll have one of these finished pieces posted here soon.
Orlando, the guy who was going to illustrate that graphic novel that fell by the wayside, might provide illustrations as part of his own exercise. That could be interesting.
I'm keeping up and starting to work ahead on my schoolwork, thanks to my (slowly) developing organization skills and the (sudden) desire to have weekends free. It makes class easier, and sometimes more enjoyable. I'm afraid my sense of practicality is still giving me crap about the study of English Literature, but I can cope. It does seem to sharpen a certain edge, though perhaps not an edge appreciated or required in many industries. In the end, I think I will be grateful for my college experience. For now, it's hard to keep from bitching.
My room is clean, my backyard stands poised for the wet season, and my bookshelf looks fantastic tucked away in my closet. My words are becoming easier, more sensible and stable, and I think I am ready to write something of length. I am dating a woman I admire, and find great pleasure in her company.
Life is good.
If you're still out there, reading, let me know. Oh, and read the poem that precedes this post. I'm rather fond of it.
3 comments:
Heheh... I'm strangely proud of my "honorable mention", or whatever one would call this. Maybe it's just because I so often drop out of communication. Heh.
Good to hear that life's good. Always better when there's good company, that's true.
In a way, I'm jealous that you've got your cursive to practice. My first elementary school (I did 1-3 before Lindstrom) forced me to learn cursive, so I've had plenty of time to make it sloppy. Maybe I oughta look into calligraphy, or something. It's certainly a plus that it's helping you to write.
By the way, how fares/fared that small foray into gardening? Haven't heard much of that of late.
And what a beautiful poem it is!
I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that things are going so well with you. You certainly deserve it.
I enjoyed the poem, too, the rhyme pattern was utterly delightful and, as always, your mastery of figurative language made for some pretty amazing images. Meter's a little off in parts, though, could use a rewrite or two to fix that.
Good luck with the cursive. I never could write in it legibly.
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