Stuff your eyes with wonder,
he said, live as if you’d drop dead
in ten seconds. See the world.
It’s more fantastic than any dream
made or paid for in factories.
— Ray Bradbury —
Katy wasn’t watching.
Usually she did.
Today she forgot…
Slip, tumble, and a gentle plop
Wait Katy, wait for me!
Came the tiny, yarn-like shriek.
Over books, under a chair,
To the door, and down the stair…
Hang on, Katy, here I come!
But there were many steps,
And not just one.
Jump, hop, skip,
Grab the railing tight
And s l i d e
But mind the puddle,
Katy, where’d you go?
My stripy legs are a tad bit slow.
Is that the subway up ahead,
The subway that they always ride?
There is Katy, but she’s climbing inside.
Hurry, Piet, don’t be left behind—
I’m coming, Katy, just in time!
The doors hiss shut, but where is Piet?
There he is, by Katy’s feet.
Katy, startled, dropped her pen
And picked up Piet instead.
“Silly monkey… did you wander off again?”
“Go for broke. Always try and do too much.
Dispense with safety nets. Take a deep breath
before you begin talking. Aim for the stars.
Keep grinning. Be bloody-minded. Argue with the world.
And never forget that writing is as close as we get
to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things–
childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams,
instants, phrases, parents, loves–
that go on slipping , like sand,
through our fingers.”
~ Salman Rushdie ~
Here I’ll stay a while
Here I’ll rest my head
Here I’ll spread the canvas
Here I’ll drive the tent pegs
No walls to guard me at night
No city gates to keep me safe
Only cloth between me and the sky
A City is promised, but not yet
Sojourner, traveler, I wander
Through these lands
Promised but not fulfilled
Promised but not yet
Not a city of earthen walls
Not a city made by hands
I wait for something sweeter
A Holy City in a Promised Land
Promised, not yet fulfilled
Promised, but not yet
Still waits the consummation of
A people, and our place of final rest
Three months… far too long. But I’m back from my summer hiatus! To say this summer has been zany would be the understatement of the century. I graduated from Tarrant County College and transferred to the University of Texas at Arlington. Did lots of drafting, outlining, and character sketches for my book. Took a trip down to Corpus Christi. And got engaged to my best friend. It’s been a lovely whirlwind of a summer.
Now that the spring semester has concluded, I’m excited to share some of my writing excerpts from Creative Writing with you! This particular one was doodled in my favorite stairwell nook on the TCC SE campus. And as always, thanks for taking the time to read. It’s so lovely to be back again!
When walking, there are really only three kind of people: those who gaze at the ground beneath their feet, those who keep their eyes fixed straight ahead, and those whose glance flickers from side to side.
Those of the first category are usually fewer in number—they drag about from one place to the next, only noting the gray pavement beneath their feet and the shoes they happen to be wearing that day. Stoop shouldered, hands thrust deep in their pockets, the weight and cares of all the world bearing down on their bowed heads.
The second group is driven, even impatient—no time to turn aside. What is to be done must be done and not a second later than it ought to be done. They couldn’t tell you how many seats are at each table, nor describe the muddied stains spread out before the door, or even the state of the garden next to the walkway.
But the third… ah, the third. Many walk briskly, but their eyes are not fixed ahead. Their gaze sweeps to and fro, taking it all in, and noticing each tiny detail. They could tell you tales about the muddy footprints caking the walk, spin yarns about swirling leaves and scraggly branches. They could relate the history of the rust stains beneath the old metal window frames. They could tell you about the table shades; about each creak and wobble in the wind, and how they sway like so many top-heavy mushrooms. Ask them about the people crossing the walkway… because it is they who notice those around them.
Warning: Rambling Post Ahead… Proceed With Caution
This post is very overdue. I started off the year on an overly ambitious note, and I realize that now. Between taking five classes, working almost full time, and just life in general, something had to give… and unfortunately, for this semester at least, that something was blogging. As this semester wraps up, I look forward to blogging on a more regular basis once again, but until that time, a regular schedule seems doubtful. I have been writing over the last few months, even more than I was writing in previous months, but I just haven’t been editing and posting the content. The reason? It’s all homework at this point. That’s right… I’m taking Creative Writing as an elective class this semester, and it’s my favorite course so far! (Sorry Biology, Trig, and Accounting… but not really). So stay tuned and please bear with me. Life has a habit of being busy and unpredictable. That’s a poor and overused excuse, but it’s true. And now to the chase: this post itself is actually part of a school assignment for my Mass Communication class. Our most recent chapter covers the Internet, and how it has forever altered communication as we know it. Our professor asked everyone in the class to do a brief blog post on all the ways we use the Internet in our daily lives. So here goes… a walk through the day of a technologically dependent college student.
. . . .
I’m only on my first cup of coffee, and already logged on to the Internet. Monday through Saturday, every single morning, I update the blog for ReRun Consignment Boutique and post on the Boutique’s social media. As I get ready for the day and pack my bag for school/work, I listen to The Briefing by Albert Mohler, and then Pandora. At work, I rely heavily on the Internet as I research retail prices and values of different clothing brands. On the college campus, reliance on the Internet is even more obvious–right now, I’m camped out in the library, hooked into the campus network. Professors post content, materials, assignments, quizzes, and even exams to Blackboard. Emails fly back and forth between professors and students about classes, material, and due dates. And at the end of the day, YouTube is usually inevitable, as is Facebook. (For those of you who are of a similar nerdy/geeky bent, be sure to check out Sci-Show, VlogBrothers and Vsauce). As a writer, I enjoy reading writing prompts and articles on Pinterest. Brain Pickings also has some excellent insight for creatives. And if I mentioned by name all the personal blogs that I regularly read, this post would run far too long.
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So there you have it… for those of you who had any doubt, I really am a sleep deprived, technologically dependent college student. Unfortunately, the Internet saturates nearly every waking moment of my day. What do y’all think about our dependence on the Internet, and technology in general? Personally, I think it’s a good idea to take a break sometimes. In fact, this summer I’m planning on doing a weeklong technology fast (with the exception of work-required technology of course). I like the idea of disconnecting for a short amount of time. What do y’all think? Will you join me? Just as an experiment–we can all log back on and blog about the experience afterward. I wonder what kind of insight could be gained by a technology fast, especially for writers?
Celebrated my birthday this last weekend…
He pulled out the box from a hiding place behind the sofa,
and my heart skipped a beat–I’ve seen old typewriter boxes before.
I opened the mysterious box, and this was the paper
queued up in the 1950s Remington typewriter.
Isn’t it an absolute beauty? He knows me so well! 🙂
And after having typed on this marvelously noisy beast,
(at odd hours, much to the annoyance and amusement of my family)
I now better understand the beauty of this quote by Ernest Hemingway:
“There is nothing to writing.
All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”