---Colbourne <colby@online.net.pg> wrote: > > I apologise because my posts always seem Cumbersome and Out of Place and > I always seem to be Asking for Help and being unforgiveably Young and > Naive. Nonetheless... > > I've been looking for some entry point to discussions of Writing and it > seems I have found it. > I'm only 17 and for me, words are the best way to approximate any vision > of reality. I'm in Year 12 now, and my parents won't let me out of it. > Obviously, I love Learning, but it's the Education System that burns me. > > As I can see no vocation in any way similar to that of Professional > Child, as I so clearly am, and since becoming a Politician would place > me in that realm of Filthy Childishness that I try so hard to avoid, I > must suppose that I am a writer. Somewhere along the line of > self-torment that is me I just said 'I'm writing.' If I could be LIKE > anybody, without actually BEING anybody, I would like to be a something > balanced precariously between Salinger and Milne > (Winnie-the-Pooh-Style). I don't want to be famous or anything, all I > want is to say as best I can, as concise as I can, exactly what I am > trying to say. I want to say TRUE things, I favour Honesty not because > of any ethical beliefs, but because it's Just So Damn Practical and it > tastes better and is easier to compress into few words. I only write > short stories, although this is probably due to my Inherent Youthful > Impatience. When I say short, I mean literally little longer than 1000 > words. I suppose my English Work is good because all of my English > teachers have at one stage or another taken me Aside, for the English > Teacher Taking Student Aside, aside that is only occassioned in response > to extremely bad behaviour or English Potential. The problem is, I've > never been able to evaluate myself at anything I do. At Rugby, I would > sprint down the field Forrest Gump Style and whenever my momentum was > stopped I would inevitably ask 'Did I do good?' I require constant > verbal acknowledgement and encouragement because I'm unable to appraise > myself. It's the same for writing. A few days ago I considered posting > 'Can a Writer live off the money he makes from Being a Writer?' before I > remembered Vladimir's comment, something to the extent of > > 'Of course I was a writer' [Gesturing to rags] > > So I honestly don't know what to do with myself. I'd like to join some > sort of Writing Thing that would tell me What I'm Doing Wrong without > Wrecking My Style, presuming I have some degree of style. I'd like to be > taken under the collective proverbial wings but I don't want to be on 60 > minutes some day claiming that The Story About the Boy Who Feared He > Didn't Exist (that's not the title) was in actual fact written by little > old me and that I wanted a good deal of the movie royalties. My stories > aren't really like that. I think they might be crap though. Anyway, it > appears as though after Year 12, Circumstance has placed me > Geographically in a position in which it is impossible to get anything > but a sort of secretarial job at the High Commision in this erm country. > That's only for 1 year though. I suppose during that time I will write > some short stories and I will make a feeble attempt to get them > published or I will send them to an old English teacher and he will tell > me not to bother, and I will become a Phony Baloney. The thing about > Phonies is that they just don't know they are. Sometimes I see things, > they really annoy me, sort of like the little details Holden sees, and > if I write about them I Feel Better. I live for anecdotes. The thing is, > the people I see who don't see things don't know that they can't see, > and they get to walk around blind. Often I'd like to be like that. I > don't like this kind of awareness that I have, and yet it is a sort of > naivety as well. Sometimes I'd rather be Blind and Unaware. That's all I > have to say right now. If there are any apparent parallels between what > I write and Proper Writers, they are just the Influences that the Writer > takes before he Writes His Own Stuff. > > Isn't there some sort of Test that will tell me I'm a writer and should > die if I don't, or some single criteria or something? > > At the moment I'm studying Winnie the Pooh, because of that Zen Pooh > Book I know of but haven't read and can't remember. I'm actually reading > 'The House at Pooh Corner' and it's One of the Best Things I've Read. I > think that maybe I'm understanding Zen now, it does sort of have it's > own logic. > > Milne uses only 100 different words or so but it's so clear what he's > saying. I should be happy if I could write like that. > > "Rabbit's clever," said Pooh thoughtfully. > "Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever." > "And he has Brain." > "Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain." > There was a long silence. > "I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything." > > > > > Seeking to Shed his Brain While Maintaining Some Degree of Conventional > Career Direction, > > Godot. > > jesus christ. did i write this? i could've. paul. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com