Yes, I'm a cheater. Bear with me, crazy week. This a post I wrote a few months back. Enjoy!-------------
It feels like a miracle- making it through the week. Once Thursday shines on the other side of my window, I know the weekend is coming and so are the homework and due papers. But soon enough, it will be Monday all over again.
I had enough time the other day to do some blogging. I came all excited to express my ideas but at the end of my entry, I hadn't said what I initially wanted to say. I wanted to cancel my entry and write it again but I was already three minutes late for class.
"Luck Story" (The almost canceled entry) stayed in my mind for the rest of the day. I could not understand why I hadn't been able to write what I initially wanted to, and instead ended up with an entry that seemed useless at the time.
Later on, in the quietness of an empty break room, as I was doing some reading, I realized that in order to write what I initially wanted to write, I first had to write "Luck Story" so I could actually make my point.
Am I The Writer Of My Writing?
The other day I ran into my friend's sister's blog. As I was reading entry after entry, I felt like I was getting to know the girl who wrote those entries. Ever read someone's blog and felt connected to them? Ever thought of what they were doing while writing the blog? (Eating, watching T.V. . .) Ever wondered what their writing place looked like? (An office, bedroom, library, park. . .) Well I usually do, but aside from those things I also wondered how much true there is fixed in our blogs.
When we talk, we have limited time to think about what we're saying. If I'm writing something, I can work on the same sentence over and over again. I can start a draft in the morning and come back to it later. I can even edit the whole thing after it's been posted!!! But all of this was just a thought and I really didn't know how to explore it further. And that's when "Luck Story" came along-
To summarize, my previous blog tells the story of the first time I was ever selected to receive something free. But there's also another story about how unlucky I was as a child. What could this blog possibly say to you? That I was remembering my childhood? That I saw a colored bird and it reminded me of a traumatized memory? That I was wondering why I love reading so much?
Truth be told, neither of the above things apply. I was just sitting here, waiting to go to class, wondering if what I say to you here nearly gives you an idea of who I am. Now maybe I'm over thinking this a little too much, or perhaps I just can't go on one day without coming up with a weird question, but
CAN YOU TELL WHAT SOMEONE IS LIKE FROM THEIR WRITING?
yes; however, it is not the tell-all...it is merely a piece of the whole picture, I like to think, the inner one.
ReplyDeletei think it gives people a glimpse into a persons life, there thoughts and its true after you read more and more of those thoughts, those moments, you get to know a little bit more about them. I often wonder the same thing about what other people are doing when they sign onto their blog account ... it intrigues me on who that person is , where they are. etc etc
ReplyDeletefor example right now as i was reading your entry I was sitting at my kitchenette drinking a glass of nova wine waiting for my supper to cook. just thought you might want to know :)
fantastic entry. totally can relate my dear. i hope school isnt bringing you down too much. take care
Thank you both!
ReplyDeleteI do think about the same- I just get this crazy idea sometimes, that we're not really who we may appear to be in our writing. I mean, I could say something and not mean it and no one could hold me accountable for it- not saying that I'd do that but it could happen.
---oh and it's always sets a different tone when you know what the writer is doing while writing. I'm at school. On a Friday, and it's almost seven.
Writing my last entry was the last thing I had to do at school today and now I'm free to go home. And do homework. It doesn't end, does it?