| | Monday found me in the aisles of Dollar General in Briggs Chaney Plaza, looking for clothesline to create a model of sound waves for psychology. I only needed five or six feet, but all I could find was a two-hundred-and-fifty-foot reel of string. But, of course, it was only a dollar (two cents for the actual amount I needed) so I took a good deal when I found it. Of course, now I have two-hundred-and-fourty-four feet of string and nothing to do with it. So, for a "limited time," I'm giving away string to anyone who would like some. I really don't care what you do with it as long as I know it's not going to fund terrorists . . . then I wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
In other news - I got "the spirit" last night. I've been writing a novel for the past, oh, five years? The latest version of it - the story evolves as I grow older, but I think this one's a keeper - I started in August, and I've been writing pretty consistently since then. This time around, it's about these kids living here in east Montgomery County, in a fictional neighborhood called Shady Oak. I actually have no plot, but reading "Wuthering Heights" for English I wonder if one is necessary. It's about finding acceptance, it's about the "characters" that people put on in public, it's about coming-of-age and angst and all the other teenage crap but hopefully I've got a fresh perspective. Everything I write is fairly autobiographical - after I wrote "The Courtyard," a play loosely based on the events of Homecoming '03, when I was a sophomore, my friends have been pressing me for the parallels between the story and real life. Well, they are there, but I find them more irrelevant as I continue writing.
Lately I've been in a sort of writer's block - during the first few weeks of October I was writing a lot. Things had happened towards the end of September and the beginning of October that gave me inspiration . . . but by two weeks ago my well had run dry. But last night I was stressing over college applications and I said "just leave it alone, go sit down" and I sat in the rocking chair in the dining room and just rocked and thought in the dark for like twenty minutes. And the thoughts came. What had happened at lunch that morning, people's relationships, my own life the past few weeks, and there in the darkness I found answers. I like to think that God does not simply do things but instead he appears in your thoughts, he works through seemingly unrelated things to create something truly good. And there He was in my mind, helping me find the answers. So I returned to my room and wrote for a straight hour. Hopefully tomorrow I'll post some of what I've written. |
