I've come to the end of me, Rita.
I've been away for a while, yet again, I know. But not without good reasons:
1. I am, all in all, quite lazy.
2. I have been using what little time I have spent on blogging lately to create another blog for your reading pleasure.
Last week, while moving out of my apartment, I came across a box of my writing. This box contained various things I had written during my college years. When I graduated from UNC, I did something completely out of character and had the presence of mind to save nearly everything I had written (creative writing, that is) in order to, if I wanted, bless future generations with my no doubt limitless brilliance. I took all the stories, poems, essays and pointless meanderings I'd written over the course of four years and stuffed them into a shoebox. All I could find, anyway. This included formally written short stories done as class assignments, personal entries I kept in a journal, terrible love songs I wrote to accompany my nearly nonexistent guitar playing abilities, and even pages upon pages of writings composed during class time when I should have been paying better attention to my instructors. All this was gently crammed into a big ol' shoebox and, with much ceremony, kicked under my bed and forgotten for nearly a year and a half.
It was extremely interesting to look through this stuff after all this time had passed. Some of it is good, and I am quite proud of it. Some if it is really, really terrible and it should probably be put to flames. In any case, have decided to share it with you guys. I created a separate blog to this end.
I'd like to be a real writer one day. I plan to, with absolutely no regularity whatsoever, post peices from the box o' writing for you guys to read. I will also post new pieces from time to time. Mostly it will be short stories because that's what I've written the most of so far and what I still like to write. This will be the first time I have shared my work in even a semi-public environment. In doing so, I realize that I could be exposing myself to unnecessary levels of humiliation. The purpose of this is to get your feedback. If you think what I post is lame, please say so. Believe me, if it's lame I probably know it. I'm gonna post the good and the bad, and there is so much more bad than good. But then you can laugh and make fun of me. Just do so in the form of comments. I'll never improve as a writer if I don't know what I'm doing right and especially what I'm doing wrong.
So here it is... readelicious?
posted by Bosephus Jamiroquai @ 4:09 AM
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