onomatopoeia
so, i get home yesterday in a funk, & set about journaling aggressively. yes. aggressive is the appropriate word, i promise. unlike when the cop wrote me a ticket for "aggressive driving." whatever, man. i drive pro-actively.
anyway, i'm complaining that i wish i were stupider, b/c then life would be easier & more fun. honestly, i really said (wrote) so. but then i figure, since i' can't be as dumb as i want to be, i may as well expend my efforts on something more useful than complaining.
so i invented a new personality, a relative, & an unlikely sequence of events to write about. the idea is that this short story can be the 1st part of the 1st chapter of the Great American Novel. i realize that the actualization of such a far-fetched dream is still very unlikely, & a good ways off in any event, but i've never been closer to it.
feels nice. i made something. who knew i could do that?
anyway, i'm complaining that i wish i were stupider, b/c then life would be easier & more fun. honestly, i really said (wrote) so. but then i figure, since i' can't be as dumb as i want to be, i may as well expend my efforts on something more useful than complaining.
so i invented a new personality, a relative, & an unlikely sequence of events to write about. the idea is that this short story can be the 1st part of the 1st chapter of the Great American Novel. i realize that the actualization of such a far-fetched dream is still very unlikely, & a good ways off in any event, but i've never been closer to it.
feels nice. i made something. who knew i could do that?
posted by starbuck at 20:53
7 Comments:
Read it, like it... so how does the story continues?
don't know yet. i'm making it up as i go along. i do know that my neice had a toe-ring, but i can't tell you why...
are you going to go diving for it later on?
awesome start, by the way. i read the chapter before i read your post. if anyone could write the great american novel, i think you definitely could.
man, how many times do i have to tell you that philip roth already wrote "the great american novel" back in 1973? but, then again, it was about baseball, so how great could it really be?
yet another novel that i own but have never read. kind of pretentious of him really to name it that, don't you think?
kind of pretentious of YOU, to own so many books, having never read them. of course, most of the haughtiness is diverted by your open admission of said infraction.
fire me and i promise i'll read more.
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