This post might end up as a rant, so I do apologize in advance. The first part of the bulk of this post was written in class in an effort to not say something to offend. This aside, I am so happy to be right where I am, despite a stuffy nose and sore throat. Our house is clean, I have to watch movies for homework and then make up stories. It's the best excuse for popcorn (well, after the throat feels better) that I know. So, without further ado, the rant that began at a guest lecture and will finish here...
Let me be the first to say that I can be snobby about many things. But if any of you ever see me act and speak with the same pomposity as our speaker on Thursday, hit me in the face. No, really. Break something even. Maybe I'm just feisty this week but give me a break. Not an inspiring Thursday to say the least. On the bright side, it's Oscar season. I have 4 out of the 10 best picture nominees left to see and two of them are waiting for me on iTunes rentals. I am a happy girl indeed. I won't be if I have to listen to this man much longer. I know I'm going to say something smart and not in a good way (maybe question and answer sessions aren't always good ideas). When I grow up and start my own literary salon/circle, we're gonna be so much cooler than this Dr. Phil lookalike. Another thing: we won't use the term postmodern as if it's going out of style (hint: it already has) and yeah, another thing, "overwhelmingly saccharine and sentimental" is overwhelmingly obnoxious.
That's as far as I got before the question section of the evening started. From there he told us that to write within the accepted forms and boundaries of writing is the equivalent of a sell out (which is apparently different than a cop out), and that nothing being printed now is worth anything. It's okay though, not only did we get a free drink out of it, the response we're required to turn in every week was just an argument against what he said using...his own words. HA! That will teach you to contradict yourself and use big words. At the very least, it makes me feel better for just a moment.
Now that the first rant is out of the way, I must say I had a great weekend with friends. I started volunteering again this week and think I've mastered the bus route to that location, so yay public transportation! Life is pretty great, and now for the second, lesser rant.
I am not Taylor Swift. Yes, most of my stories have a foundation from real life, but that's as far as it goes. Nothing is ever entirely true in my stories, so you can come out with me without fear that I'll turn you into a hit song or, in my case, poem. I can count on one hand the times I've written specifically about a person, so stop asking me if I'm going to put you in a story. From now on, my response will be 'Don't flatter yourself' or better yet, 'Go ahead and flatter yourself, because I won't do it for you'. Now, this rant really has nothing to do with anyone who reads this blog, but just in case, it's here. For now, I'm off to listen to Taylor Swift sing about Joe Jonas and do a little writing. :)
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