Don’t feel bad if you scroll past this.
Hopefully I can get up to a poem a day eventually (read: when it’s not NaNoWriMo/college application season). For now I’m gonna go with quality over quantity. (That’s bullshit by the way, because basically all my poems are about the same level of meh, regardless of how often I write.)
So I noticed that I had 32 followers (which is like, Whaaat? So many!), and I figured eh, what the heck, I’ll write a 32-line poem. That’s only like six or eight stanzas, right? It’s not autobiographical, and it’s actually way shittier than I thought it was going to be, because I had to fluff it a bit to get to 32 lines. Oh well. Maybe I’ll repost an edited-down version later. Is it a sin to reblog yourself? So, here goes.
You know exactly what I mean
When I say that I’m a virgin.
Never been on Tumblr before.
You excitedly show me things,
But I fail to see the appeal
Of this “reblogging” thing.
So I start my own blog,
With the sole intention
Of posting original content.
A few times something amazing
Begs me to reblog it, but
For the most part it’s just me.
And I do pretty well at first.
Better than expected, even.
I am having fun with this,
And I’m writing every day,
Which isn’t normal for me.
I usually struggle with that.
But soon I’m addicted.
Reblogging becomes the norm,
And I watch Doctor Who
And I rewatch Harry Potter
And I start to pop the cherries
Of content Tumblr virgins.
I give up on the writing.
More tags more problems
My list of followers grows
And I become “famous.”
But why do we bother with popularity?
Why do we love and praise the people
Who have thousands of followers?
After all, Jesus only needed twelve.
I was going to write something today. Something meaningful and grand, or maybe just simple and beautiful. But I got lazy, and watched Spongebob instead.
I had this idea, going in, that becoming a writer would be easier for me than for most people, and so far it has been pretty easy, but that’s because I haven’t really started. Who am I kidding? All I really have is a blog and a half-dozen unfinished projects, and a few finished short stories, and the first draft of what looks to be an absolutely awful novel. Oh, and enough poems that the ink for printing all of them would cost me an arm and a leg. But most of that stuff was pretty much from the “pre-epiphany” phase.
You know what I’ve REALLY done since I’ve “decided to become a writer?” I’ve progressed further with my guitar playing in the last week than I did in the previous year, I quit drinking soda, I cut out the cigarettes, I’ve watched an obscene amount of television and an insane number of films, I’ve read books by Nietzsche and Stephen King and everyone in between, I’ve learned how to draw realistic-looking noses, and I have written so, so little. Actually, I’m happy about it. Because the little I have written is generally pretty cool (except for the short story I’ve been working on for creative writing class). Quality over quantity, right?
Anyway, that was just a life update and stuff. Soon I’ll be uploading the short story I’ve been working on for creative writing class. And let’s be clear: by “I’ve been working on it,” I mean I slammed down a first draft and never looked at it again. So seriously, don’t expect much.
Also: I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but I got into UC Riverside. Yay!
I was going to follow up this post with a chapter of my new story, but considering the events in Colorado and the fact that that first chapter features a kid shooting up Prom Night, I decided to table it. Sorry peeps. Like I said, it’s at the planning stage, where it’s really easy to drop it, and I think I will, because I really don’t want to touch that issue at the moment.
So I don’t know guys and gals… now I’m kinda stuck for ideas. Thinking about maybe going back to Sviddy-Boy, which is a neat story, but I haven’t done enough research to be satisfied yet. I have other stuff I could work on, though:
Blood in the Dust
Golf, Guitars, and Girls
Leo and Frank
… jeez, does everyone have this many unfinished projects?