Wednesday, March 21, 2012

One of the characters in the book I'm writing decided to write a sonnet. Which means, I have to write a sonnet. I haven't done that since high-school, and out of curiosity, I headed to the Archives*

Eventually, I found my sonnet, in my poetry binder.** My teacher had generously given it an A. I suppose that's because I followed the proper rhyme pattern and pentameter. The fact that it was stupid apparently didn't figure into the equation.
Other treasures I found:
  • A radio script I wrote for a contest in middle school. (non winning)
  • A picture book I wrote for a contest in middle school. (non winning)
  • My elementary school diary (the complete week of entries I made)
  • Various beginnings of stories about genies, time travel (with stagecoaches), school hi-jinks, ghosts, death, murder, and some lame story that seems to be all about a kid who didn't want to cook dinner for his family. Not sure where I was going with that one.
  • A very funny description of an unsanctioned subversive school club, called "The Writers Bloc" whose mission was to use writing to achive chaos. (not real, but it should have been!)
  • Some excellent examples of bad writing. "She picked up her suitcase and transported it to the bedroom." Seriously? Transported? And who gives a crap about her suitcase anyway?
  • An OUTLINE for my very best story from high-school, the one I'd come up with an awesome ending for, but can no longer remember. Outline was very detailed, and only missing one thing. The ending. I now realise it was also missing a little thing called plot. 
Digging through all this awesomeness kept me entertained late into the night and I'd like to think that as ancient as it may be, all those efforts can still count towards my 10,000 hours to creative breakthrough.

*Two boxes of notebooks, folders and binders that I have transported through 7 changes of address.
**Yes, it is an actual binder. Yes, it is alphabetized. Yes, those are the two most impressive features of the poetry binder. The actual poems pale in comparison.


  1. Holy cow, what cool stuff to find!!!! I totally regret not saving my stuff from when I was a teenager. I do have journals, which are FRIGHTENING and I have vowed to destroy them so my children never accidentally see them!!!

  2. I was so confused by the first couple lines of this post. I said to myself, if her character wants to write the sonnet, then they should have to write the darn thing, not Maria. LMAO. Evidently, I have splintered so far into multiple writer's personality, that I no longer believe that you (or I) create our characters' creations. I will go have a glass of wine now, and attempt to regain my sanity.

    Oh, and the line about the poem being stupid made me laugh out loud. Sometimes I write that out, because everyone is always throwing out LOL until it just doesn't mean anything anymore. :)

    1. I always mean LOL when I write LOL. Of course, I'm known for L-ingOL more frequently then average. Often inappropriately. If you're at the movies, and someone LsOL when NO one elses is L-ing. . . that's me.

    2. By the way, I did LOL at your confusion, Heather.


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