01.07.09

stranger sock

Posted in Babble at 5:48 pm by simplemelody

everyone knows no pairs of socks stay together. Sooner or later, one of them disappears. That’s just the way it is. Either there’s a mythical creature that creeps from house to house stealing one sock, or that the washing/drying machines are connected to some unknown dimension of the universe… one sock always goes missing. That, is a known fact. But have you noticed the stranger sock that shows up once in awhile in your laundry basket? You look at it, and look at it, and try to make some sense of it, but can’t. It does not belong to anyone in your house. It just sits there alone in the pile looking like a lost tourist. I can’t help but wonder if somewhere there’s another person folding his/her laundry and staring, baffled,  at my missing sock.

First assignment

Posted in writing at 9:35 am by simplemelody

What does it mean to you to read like a writer?

Before I attempted writing, I read and took what was written on the pages for granted. I had never considered how hard it is to construct a sentence, a paragraph, a dialogue, a character, a relationship, a scene… AND to make all these things work together. Reading like a writer to me means to appreciate the art, the craft of another writer. I am often amazed at how hard it is to deliver what is in my mind into writing. It all seems so clear and so clever in my head but when I try to put my ideas down, the clarity escapes the pages and what seemed clever once now dull, and pretentious. To read someone else’s work and see how well it is delivered calls for the writer in me to marvel and applaud. Often times I find myself thinking, God, I can’t believe she/he did that! or, I wish I had thought of that! In a way, writers are connected in our craft, or rather, the journey into our craft. We sweat the same sweat, grunt the same grunt, and we nod at each other with a knowing of the joys and pains on this path. And of course, we steal from each other. Well, I am sure there’s not much for others to steal from me… yet. But as writers, other than writing, we learn the most from reading. Whatever area of techniques we have problems with, we automatically read for it in other people’s writings. This is most helpful, which reminds me, I should get reading.

she left

Posted in loved ones at 8:02 am by simplemelody

Just saw her off in the airport, feel hollowed. Going to stay in bed until ten to be sad, then start the day by exercising, doing laundry, homework, practice cello and guitar, clean my room, read, go wash the car… I know it is good for us to be apart. We need to learn to love ourselves like we love each other. So here’s my promise. I will try to love myself as well as she loves me. I will not say a single negative thing to myself. And if i ever have any doubts, i will try to think of what she’ll say. Her strength will stay with me. And I hope she could do the same in Boston. I worry that she gets too busy to eat well. I don’t want her to be lonely. And when she has doubts, fears and anxiety attacks from school and her love life, I wish I could be there for her. But the point is for her to learn to be there for herself. So this is good. We’ll both benefit from being apart.