I just realized it’s been over a month since my last post. This is a shame considering I am an English major and I am on summer vacation! And, didn’t I name this blog “I write to think” so I could splurge on thoughts with no particular direction in the first place? Indeed, I did. By the way, I am graduating next year with a B.A. in writing from a private college. Joy.
(Quick note: To all you youngsters who think you don’t have time for college–you’re wrong. It FLIES by! Also, to you who can’t make up your mind on what major you should choose, I’ll pass on my friend Jewel’s advice: “Stay in school and don’t do drugs.”)
For being the procrastinator, I mean, for “working well under pressure,” I am very worried about a deadline next year. Yes, next year. Spring 2011, when I present my senior capstone on writing: I read off excerpts from fiction, poetry, and personal essays that I wrote. The only part of this speech that I am not worried about is what I will say for my generic disclaimer. You know what I speak of: the speeches that begin with: “I have worked on this project for three months, but changed the theme last night,” or “I plastered a ‘I’d rather be fishing’ bumper sticker on my laptop–not the outside. On the keyboard.” or “I am a bad English major. I don’t like writing or reading, but this is what I came up with in my four years here….”
So my generic disclaimers are ready to go! The problem with these capstone projects is that the speakers behind the disclaimers usually stun and inspire me. These disclaimers are actually humble ways of saying “look what I can do, I was once human like you, but now I am free!”
I have no idea what I have to say. I don’t know that anything I say will matter. But then I think of what other people have to say. And well, they’re human. Therefore what they have to say is innately intriguing (granted it’s said with more than mere four letter words).
For instance, my little brother. He is a marine. He has recently posted a note on arriving in Japan. He describes in simple sentences what he is experiencing, and it is fabulous. He even says he wants to write, but has nothing to write about–even though he is writing about an experience that only “the few and the proud” could have.
In other words, even if the rest of the world doesn’t care what I have to say, writing is still a way to connect with friends, family, and myself. Thanks to poky family members, my words will almost always have readers (granted that they could actually FIND my blog).
Writing is a process, requiring not only patience and great ideas, but habit. So this blog is about to get a whole lot choppier; habits take 6 weeks to cultivate. It will be choppy because I am choppy. It will stand because I stand. Oh, and I need to find stuff to write about. But hey, I write to think.