What do you wish you had known when you started writing?
Hwell, to answer that I’d have to figure out when I started writing for realsies.
Was it the first time I had to turn in a poem? Because in 3rd grade when we were writing poems in the style of Roald Dahl and my teacher kept telling me “Write in poetry format!” I had no idea what she meant – my lines rhymed! What more do you want from me?!?!
Maybe it was in middle school when I made my first portfolio, which also featured poetry but what I enjoyed most was the introduction. I’d tell myself not to be afraid of writing poetry that would piss people off, and to be sure and keep a copy of my most satirical poem, the only line of which I remember was “For I am popular, with a network of friends.” BURN.
Or maybe in high school when the IB began taking over my soul with its five paragraph essays and critical thinking and journal responses upon journal responses….
I might have to say it began with my very first livejournal entry.*
Huzzah! Welcome to happy journal land! While nobody knows it, I actually do have another blog that I use, but that’s only for Betsy, Amanda and me..but this one..this is ALLLLL me…and I don’t intend to tell non wicked mad phat cool people about it.
Today, I am happy..reasonably. It’s kind of depressing that Mr. K was like, Miranda you may end up just sitting down and singing, because you will be too fat for this number, after I really really really busted my butt learning all that choreography. Wah. He likes seeing me w/out dignity apparently. *SIGH* Fat Lady..I think I’m getting into my role..I ate half a roll of thin mints today while doing my logs. Right now, I’m about .5 way thru my DBQ, logs are done. All I have to do is STOP being distracted, finish the DBQ, type out my essay outlines for tomorrow and look over math that I know I’m destined to fail anyway. You know how I can tell? Because Charlie gets a better grade than me usually..and he doesn’t pay attention, or study, or do homework. Grr.
So, boys. Ugh. . . .
I almost wish I could be a sophomore again (read..ALMOST) because there are a whole bunch of scrumdidlyumptious guys in that year right now…but..whoops. NOT ATTRACTED. Right. . . .
Oh god…Sacramento is getting MURDERED right now..it must be because I’m not watching closely enough…back to DBQ! Later y’all!
Jesus. I mean…kid… just…Jesus.
In Mr. K’s defense, I was playing the fat lady in our school production of Sideshow and I looked like this
What I would tell that Miranda is that maybe re-reading what you’ve written before hitting post is a good call. Also that “only telling super cool phat people” about your work is a great way for nobody to ever view your work. I wish I’d known how much individual style people will accept and appreciate as long as it’s your words and your writing. I feel like I spent a lot of time in college crafting my words to sound like the words of other people I figured my classmates might prefer to hear from. And then when I’d rebelliously cut loose and just “be me,” people were perfectly receptive and responsive so I’d spent a lot of time shoehorning for nothing.
*edited to protect the innocent, i.e. 17-year-old-me and the eleventeen guys I had a crush on when I wrote this.