As I contemplate the assignments that are due this week, I've realized I've saved the best for last (damn it, I really must cut out these clichés.) I love English (maybe that's why I am an English major). But, I have several papers due, and I can't write. Not that I "won't" write them, I can't. My muses are moodier than a thirteen-year-old girl. They flit about me, teasing me with snatches of a thought, and then they skip away, taking with them any chance of being a writer, or an English teacher's pet. No, I am the lazy procrastinator who keeps her brilliant thoughts to herself (This is my blog, and I can romanticize the stories if I want.) I am nervous about taking three English classes next semester, especially my Fiction Writing. What if my muses go through menopause next semester? Or what if they embody a re-incarnated grizzly bear who decides to hibernate for a semester? My GPA will "go down the drain" (hah, I'm making fun of my cliché-self now.) The last time I wrote a fiction story, my English teacher told me it was bull shit. (Um, yeah, what did you expect? It's fiction.) You can read it at www.xanga.com/fbieyeagent .
As for English, I highly recommend "Interpreter of Maladies" by Jhumpa Lahiri. I might say it is one of my favourite works of modern literature. It's brilliant. And beautiful.
I really shouldn't be writing on this thing. I might name it Jezebel, or Delilah, I haven't decided. Both names are quite fitting, as this blog is a seductress of my time.
Love.
Caroline
About Us
- David and Caroline Parker
- David: I am big foot. Caroline: I'm a junior at University of Georgia studying International Affairs. I'm married to my best friend and soulmate, and I'm loving every minute of it. Since David won't write anything else for himself: He is a sophomore at UGA. Smart, funny, and completely arrogant. (Just kidding...)
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My muses are moody too. They won't work unless it's the absolute last minute and something (like a grade) is at stake. For example, I'm supposed to be writing a rough draft due tomorrow at 11 PM. What am I doing? Reading blogs and watching Law and Order on my RA's tv. That's why I'm not an English major. Much as I love to write, I hate papers.
As for your fiction story, that was high school, wasn't it? And it's stream of consciousness, and unless you're Hemingway, everybody's stream of consciousness is bullshit.
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