It's Sunday afternoon and I am trying desperately to come up with some inspiration for assignment four. It's not as if I haven't been thinking about it for two weeks. I have been. It's killing me that I am so devoid of brilliancy. What do we do with our bodies? We eat, we talk, sing, run, move, make acts of athleticism in general, we have sex and make babies. We kill other people's bodies. We write five page short stories. We create things, destroy things, we see, we hear, we speak, we feel, taste. What would it be like to do these things without a body? Or how would we be content to live without these things if we had no body. What if no body noticed you and you all of a sudden became invisible? Oh wait, that's Buffy. Nevermind. Why is it that when we dream it's as if days or months can pass inside of those brief hours? Have you ever woken up before your alarm, found you still had twenty minutes to sleep and then had an entire universe unfold in your mind during those twenty minutes? I could totally write about this. In fact, I did. In assignment one. So, rather than hand in the same story twice, I find that I need to become RE-inspired.
I'm trying the good old fail-safe of listening to my entire iPod library. So far, no dice. It really is inconvenient to be stuck like this, as I work all day tomorrow, from 7:30 am -10:30 pm with no chance to write a damn thing in between those hours.
I glanced at my blog title just now and thought, well, maybe I could write about that? A character who witnesses/experiences something horrific and retreats inside himself to heal psychologically? Does the audience need to know what it was? Perhaps not explicitly... Oh my god, I could write this story I've suddenly found in my head.... But it might eat me up before I can get it out.
I can't post this until I've sent away my story and I am still editing and it's Tuesday morning. Cutting it close again. I really don't want to be the last workshopped again, but it looks like I've written, or unwritten myself into that corner again.
I finally finished. This story took a lot out of me, and not just because I have the flu. Sada really got under my skin. Now I will post this post and people can enjoy my online presence once again.
About Me
- Jessie
- I am a daughter, a sister, a teacher, a reader, a writer, and above all, a dreamer. I started this blog as a requirement for a creative writing class, and we'll see whether I keep it going at the end of the year.
Yay, Jessie, you did it! As much as I like to believe that I work best under pressure, that's a little too much pressure for even me. I might schmoop my pants if I cut it that close to the line. Congratulations! You deserve a martini and my liquor cabinet is full.
ReplyDeleteA martini sounds amazing! With the week I am having (if you count the week as starting Friday night) I could use one! I am just relieved to have finished. Now to tackle assignment #3! Don't worry though, I have a plan...
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