Breaking News

You won't understand the significance of what I am about to tell you, but I have to say it anyway! I am so excited right now because I am sitting at my laptop and typing away at my homework when all of a sudden I realize that I am writing about the Lucky Ones! I dreamed of the Lucky Ones this summer and I explained the dream to the guy who sleeps next to me, and he said something to the effect of, Your dreams are way more complicated than mine are. And then later, because apparently he'd been thinking about it as much as I had been, which is to say, all day long, he said to me as we were running, Jess, I think you need to write that story. I think people would want to know about the Lucky Ones. So, as you can now see, I hope, I am floored to find that the Lucky Ones have found a place for themselves in my story. What an amazing turn of events! Creating writing is not at all like homework. It's like. . . something else entirely.

Commuting

I compose masterpieces of fiction in my mind while I commute in and out of Regina to the various schools where I sub. For some reason, as I travel at ten or fifteen kilometers faster than the posted legal speed limit, the words flow so much easier than when I sit down to write at my laptop. By the time I get home, the entire construct has dissipated and I am left with only the most general idea of what had been probably the best piece of short fiction anyone has ever heard of. Not like this rubbish you're reading now. Forced words, basically just pushed out of my fingertips and slopped across my keyboard. I feel bad for you for reading this. My intelligent writer friend says I need a recorder, so that I can save my genius with a click of a button, but I tried that and I have come to the conclusion that I am not really as composed a speaker as I am a writer; I need to look at my words on a screen and build upon them before I talk about them or attempt to string them together verbally. One might wonder how I manage to engage in any conversation at all, given my handicaps.  

Complicated

Blogger, why'd you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're actin'like i'm somebody else, got me frustrated. I just want to type up my blogs as instructed, but you're constantly malfunctioning... Blogger why you gotta make things so complicated?

The Body in Metamorphosis

Do you ever dream about flying? I can't be the only person who dreams of being able to fly. I love to ask people what they would choose if they could have any super power. Beware of people who would choose invisibility, they are up to no good. I would obviously choose to be able to fly without wings, or with them I suppose, if it was absolutely necessary. In my dreams flying seems so natural, I do, in some corner of my self, expect that one day this ability will no longer be out of my reach. You can already tell that dreams and dreaming play a big role in my writing. Expect more on this topic.

I still need to go on my walk and take pictures of my space. I will do this tomorrow, I think.

Bookshelf Porn- Walls and Walls of Books

This is a test post. I have been having trouble getting blogger to work.  If this post goes up, I can safely assume that the problem is that blogger hates my laptop, and not me specifically. So, here goes...

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