So, I’m starting something new tomorrow night. And it doesn’t involve my laptop; although it does include writing (by the way, don’t you hate it when people start sentences with and? Shit, I do).
I’ve signed up for a course through the University of Toronto called, “Generating Stories” – sort of an ode to brainstorming, I guess, although the title needs work, don’t you think?
Despite the lame name, the course attracted me because, since starting this blog, I’m all ideas, ideas, ideas, but sort of the same ones over and over, you know what I mean? That ever happen to you? You sort reinvent the wheel, trying to perfect the thought about the thing you were thinking. Anyway, blah blah blah, I’m looking to bust out of my mold a bit. I’ll be sure to blog about the class again.
In this course we’ll be writing poetry (poetry!) and memoirs and fiction. I’m nervous and excited. I’m sure there will be some terrific writers there looking to hatch some new ideas, too. I think I’m going to tell everyone I wax people’s hair for a living. If I tell them I’m an editor, they’ll look at me funny, like I’m supposed to remember what the fuck a pentameter is, even though I do, but I don’t care… but I should… because I’m an editor. See?! Awful. I hope the professor asks me to describe diction instead. I figure waxers or editors could come up with a pretty good definition for diction.
Oh, about tomorrow night: I received this email from my professor today and, get this, the whole class is to be… brace yourself… written in longhand. No computers. He even suggested, “bring a pencil”… love it already. The smell of a pencil case is one of my top 10 favorite smells of all time (and don’t you even judge me… I know you have a favorite smells list… you’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you?)
Which reminds me, I need a wax.
On another note, I realized that when I accompany a post with a photo, it’s typically a photo that’s been shot on my travels or via my BlackBerry, which is totally cheating, I think. So I want to change that. I’d like to make the photos on my blog a bit of an homage to The Year that Is 29; a scrap book of sorts. Current images of what I look like, dress like and do in this beautiful city. I’m changing everyday and someday I’d like to look back and just, you know, observe it. If I’m to really treat this blog as a documentary of my life and my List, I’d like the “show” portion of this story to accompany the “tell” more often.
All I know is, 30 better be awesome – I’ve been talking it up in my head for months.
*This is a picture taken last week with my BlackBerry. Yes, again. When I saw this Toronto indie band, Meligrove Band, in concert last year, I had them sign the back of my T-shirt. Such a groupie. So what?
