Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Okay, this boy is NOT entire life.SO I am just going to say that while I have been reading a lot, as usual, the current book - a collection of ghost stories by Roald Dahl (the Giraffe, the Pelly and Me!) - has been taking up my time. It isn't actually scary though. Well, maybe the latest one. "Ringing the Changes"by Robert Aickman.He's actually pretty cool. He called his writings "strange stories"...well, they were, but most writers (stereotype - I only know aspiring ones) are so full of their Selves, they are best managed with a light touch (kidding!). But anyway. I'm not writing a report, I stopped that in secondary school. Now that you know it's cool, go read it. If you have the time to burn.Hmm.I am realising that my life might actually be beginning to revolve around this guy.I've been wasting time timetabling (Yes. Colour coding, list making, goal analysying and - timetabling..) every night in the hope that I'll catch him in a chatty mood. Or wishing I could go hang out with him. But since I don't know what he thinks of me I actually can't. I almost am tempted to go ask the hermit for help but I'm stubborn - I said I could do this, and I will. Anyway, he'd probably tell me to either go study or tell the boy for me, which is just not a viable option - so I'm going to be silent.Oh, wait!I went to the Cultures of Creativity exhibit at University Hall today! It was...okay. And it closes tomorrow so my timing's pretty great. And I am going to give myself a facial and finish two readings later. So I shall be a productive and hardworking university student. I shall not think about him. If I decide I need a break I shall not call him, I shall go add on to that short story I started last week. Out of the need to look productive while slacking. Hey, I may even be good enough to get published! Who knows. I just read a terrible book by Fern Michaels, and I can't believe such stilted gunk could get published! The plot was also awful. Disjointed, and it didn't flow. It was torture. If that's my competition (and it was published in 2001, and that author has actually published several - not one but several, they're sitting on shelves in the library) the I am so able to make my living writing. Honestly, I don't mean to deride an artist but - I actually read the whole thing out of the belief that a bunch of editors and readers and pruchasers could not have been so without any vestige of discernment that they would publish a book with not only no style but no redeeming feature. I was LOOKING for that feature. And nada!So I am once more encouraged to write.And there is a capoeira songwriting competition, to be held sometime this year. Mestre's accent still leaves me vague on the details, but I gather that it can be written in any language - Tagalog, Portuguese, English, anything! :) Hey, I'll have a shot if I can get the stork to sing for me, I have no voice myself. But he - oh my. I think he'd be able to set up a hawker stall if he sang for his supper. Whereas I would enjoy the figure of a model of high fashion.And now I shall apply myself to industry.Toodles, darlings...Eve.