asteriskly speaking
Hey.
I'm feeling shy on my very own blog. It's that very same type of shy I experienced the day I decided to create the Hideaway. Stage fright. Yeah. That must be it.
"Haven't seen you in over a week."
"I missed you. I just didn't have anything to say."
***
Anyway, I've been taking a bit of a breather. Battlestar Galactica has been quite the time-demon these days. I can't get enough of it. My husband and I watched three episodes after the kids went to bed tonight. And to think I cared nothing for this series when I caught an episode here and there on the Sci-Fi channel. The plot really drives the series. Catch an episode here or there, and you just might find yourself asking, "What the frak is going on?!"
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I've been reading a lot of Laux, and Gluck lately. I'm amazed. I want my words to ink stain the paper just like these women's words do. So beautiful. I've thought about some of the same things they've chosen to write about, but for me, writing like they do is like trying to write with my right hand. Shaky. Trembly. Barely legible.
My personal writing style will form. Uh-huh.
I'm feeling shy on my very own blog. It's that very same type of shy I experienced the day I decided to create the Hideaway. Stage fright. Yeah. That must be it.
"Haven't seen you in over a week."
"I missed you. I just didn't have anything to say."
***
Anyway, I've been taking a bit of a breather. Battlestar Galactica has been quite the time-demon these days. I can't get enough of it. My husband and I watched three episodes after the kids went to bed tonight. And to think I cared nothing for this series when I caught an episode here and there on the Sci-Fi channel. The plot really drives the series. Catch an episode here or there, and you just might find yourself asking, "What the frak is going on?!"
***
I've been reading a lot of Laux, and Gluck lately. I'm amazed. I want my words to ink stain the paper just like these women's words do. So beautiful. I've thought about some of the same things they've chosen to write about, but for me, writing like they do is like trying to write with my right hand. Shaky. Trembly. Barely legible.
My personal writing style will form. Uh-huh.
posted by Heather O'Neill | 20.1.06
3 Comments:
I sometimes wonder if Seamus Heaney picks up a book of poetry and thinks, "Woh, I wish I could write something as good as that!"
Maybe not. But maybe. I can't imagine that feeling ever changing, even if by some miracle, I became as good as Seamus Heaney, because there will always be writers who can do things that I wouldn't even dream of doing.
Thanks, sir captain!
Here's hoping! :)
Rob-
I tend to agree with your "maybe". Plath immediately comes to mind as an example.
It's a good thing that all the good poets of the world don't write exactly like each other. Homogeneousness, in this case, would be a bland thing!
Here's to not seeing eye to eye on everything, or at least to seeing things with different eyes! :)
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