Writing

I remember taking a introductory course in my undergraduate years in fiction writing. For one of the exercises, we were required to write the same story from each person-perspective (first, second and third). It was an in-class exercise, and the only idea that sprang to mind was a young boy (maybe 8 or 9) walking home from school, dejected and angry, with very little control over his life and what was happening. As he was walking home, he saw a line of ants across the sidewalk, and stomped on them, which alleviated his anger but also created a sense of remorse. The other perspectives were from the ant's point of view, and from the point of view of the neighbor across the street, an older man who felt sorry both for the ants and for the boy.

I had a great conversation tonight with a friend which made me realize that I used to love to write, and I'm not terrible at it, but I have ignored the inner voice telling me to continue writing in my journal, or even to continue writing fiction. This will change - I won't let myself ignore this any more. Perhaps a blog will help?

On another note, my trip to Texas was epic. A story for a night at the pub with some stiff drinks and good friends. Hopefully I will get to see you all at some point in order to share my ridiculously long and involved, funny and crazy story at some point in the near future.

For now, it's back to the grindstone of school, work and sleep, school, work and sleep. A never-ending cycle of too much of one and not enough of the other.

On a happier note, I completely ignored school work today in order to rearrange my apartment furniture and clean. So, at least something is getting done.

Hope everyone enjoyed a happy New Year, and it might be time to actually write down that list of to-do's in 2011. Perhaps I'll post it...