Friday, May 26, 2006
I've just been riffling through my old college writing notebooks again. Circa 1993. Full of funny, silly, pretentious writing:
"Why am I so plagued by this fear that I am becoming every moment less brilliant?"
I LOVE that my twenty-year-old self wrote that! I've GOT to start keeping this kind of aimless writing notebook again, so that in 14 more years I can laugh at the thoughts of my 34-year-old self, and on and on all my life. One thing the notebooks are full of is wishes. I opened right up to this and it could have been an answer to last week's Sunday Scribbling. In 1993 my wishes were:
- To be a writer of great genius.
- To be beautiful and wicked, with flashing teeth and wild hair.
- To set the genie free. Of course.
Ha ha ha! But then later in the same notebook I also wished I was a mermaid and a genius, that I owned a boat and owned an island: a mermaid-genius with a boat and an island. What does a mermaid need with a boat?
Okay, I'll stop. Oh wait, there's this: "Inside me everything is just how you left it, raw as a skinned knee and dark, dark as the meat of ripe cherries." Hm. Don't remember what that was about. Okay, now I'll really stop. And by the way, the Sunday Scribblings topic this week is "First Love" and anyone can participate -- just write a post on the theme of "first love" and leave a comment at the Sunday Scribblings site with your permalink.
Posted by Laini Taylor at 8:59 AM