First, I feel I should start by saying I learned how to get your comments posted.Second, I’d like to thank you for your responses to my last post. They should be available for you to check out as well.
The main thing on my mind right now, though, is Captain Underpants. I have heard a million references to it within the last week (okay, I’m exaggerating) in articles I was reading, on Casey’s post, in conversation, etc. I’m determined to see it because I don’t know what it is. And oddly enough, Captain Underpants, wherever he may be, got me thinking about coincidences. For example, do you ever notice that sometimes you won’t see someone for a year and then it seems like you’re running into them everyday? Or perhaps you’ve never heard of Captain Underpants in your whole life and suddenly you’re inundated with him over the course of one week? Maybe one day you were thinking of a random song and then it popped up on the radio? Life can be full of these idiosyncrasies. Let’s celebrate them by trying to think of coincidences or other odd occurrences that have happened to you. (Rated PG-13, please – I’m sensitive)
Posted in Uncategorized April 9, 2008
This is my first attempt at a blog; you’ll have to excuse the page as I’m on the lower end of the learning curve as far as this technology is concerned.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what makes people want to read and write. I have a lot of memories of reading and I’ve always enjoyed it immensely. Writing is not something I feel the same about. Somewhere along the line, writing became painful and tedious. Perhaps it was because as I got older I found that form was often stressed more than content. Writing became something that had to be done a specific way in order to be “correct” instead of something I did to get my thoughts on paper. Writing was analysis papers, cover letters, documents for school, etc. It wasn’t about me anymore. Reading is still about me. It’s what I want to read when I feel like reading. Maybe that is why reading still holds so much appeal for me long after the joys of writing faded away.
So in light of my personal debate to see what makes people want (or not want) to read and write, I think we should all write a memory or two that we have of reading and/or writing. For example, I can remember birthday parties when I was younger. You know, the ones where your mom invites everyone in your class over and you’re playing pin the tail on the donkey and making decorations with sparkle glue. Well, instead of attending my own birthday party, I stayed up in my room and read all day. It was a much nicer way to spend the day – but I will admit that my mom was always pretty angry about it afterwards. I also have a memory of this awful short story I wrote one weekend when I was really young. It was about alien meatloaves (perhaps a sign that I was destined to be a vegetarian) who take over the planet and destroy us all. I’m sure it was Pulitzer Prize material… I wrote the whole story while sitting on the stairs early one Saturday morning. When I was done, I felt so proud of myself. I had written a whole story.
So tell me a little about yourselves as readers and writers, even if it’s not something you enjoy at all (and make sure to check out everyone else’s comments, too).
Posted in Uncategorized March 25, 2008
