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charlz_lynn) wrote2008-01-12 11:52 am
charlz_lynn) wrote2008-01-12 11:52 am
borken.
I'm broken/borken. My car is also broken, but that, I know, is temporary.
The part of me that is broken is my knee. I don't know what is going on, but it hurts to bend it. Anything that involves bending I almost cannot do. I fell down last night getting into my loft bed. My knee just wouldn't do it. It's so bizarre, too, because I didn't DO anything to it, it just started being fucked up. Sometimes it hurts so bad when I'm just laying down. Weird weird weird.
I'm writing an essay right now about starting to smoke when I was seven. For my first writing assignment this term. Memoir. It really seems to be all I write, or what I do best, anyway. I have the option of writing one really long piece or a series of pieces this term, and I'm debating with myself. I can continue writing a sort of memoir, or I can pick up the piece on Spencer, my cousin, and make it really long. It already kind of has the feel of a screenplay (according to my instructor, Joan) and I can keep going in such detail, I'm sure, for the required length for the class. But there are so many details I have to make up. Like completely fictional conversations between him and the other kid, and a whole scene between him and his mom that I don't think happened. I've had help, of course, from him... and I wrote him to ask if I could ask him specific questions through the mail so I'm not changing the whole course of the story without knowing it.
Like, I don't know if they slept in that barn the first night, or if they just hung out there for a little while. So then I don't know if they stopped at the school the next day to change, or if it was the evening the same night they ran away.... I have no idea if it was Nancy, his mom, driving him to school, either.
I don't know. I feel like this story is really important to tell, and I need to finish it, whether for the class or for myself is unclear. Regardless, I'm writing something from my own memory for this first. It's just a matter of the next three pieces.
Off to work I go.
The part of me that is broken is my knee. I don't know what is going on, but it hurts to bend it. Anything that involves bending I almost cannot do. I fell down last night getting into my loft bed. My knee just wouldn't do it. It's so bizarre, too, because I didn't DO anything to it, it just started being fucked up. Sometimes it hurts so bad when I'm just laying down. Weird weird weird.
I'm writing an essay right now about starting to smoke when I was seven. For my first writing assignment this term. Memoir. It really seems to be all I write, or what I do best, anyway. I have the option of writing one really long piece or a series of pieces this term, and I'm debating with myself. I can continue writing a sort of memoir, or I can pick up the piece on Spencer, my cousin, and make it really long. It already kind of has the feel of a screenplay (according to my instructor, Joan) and I can keep going in such detail, I'm sure, for the required length for the class. But there are so many details I have to make up. Like completely fictional conversations between him and the other kid, and a whole scene between him and his mom that I don't think happened. I've had help, of course, from him... and I wrote him to ask if I could ask him specific questions through the mail so I'm not changing the whole course of the story without knowing it.
Like, I don't know if they slept in that barn the first night, or if they just hung out there for a little while. So then I don't know if they stopped at the school the next day to change, or if it was the evening the same night they ran away.... I have no idea if it was Nancy, his mom, driving him to school, either.
I don't know. I feel like this story is really important to tell, and I need to finish it, whether for the class or for myself is unclear. Regardless, I'm writing something from my own memory for this first. It's just a matter of the next three pieces.
Off to work I go.