I write stuff occasionally. I just can't turn most of it in for a class review, now can I? Because they wouldn't get it/would probably be a bit scandalized.
Everyone is writing such serious stuff, by the way. It's all biblical story retellings or stories about broken families or the pain of a little girl bullied or a girl who killed her best friend in an accident or a high-style play about wizards and kings or poems about what the world needs.
I'm a little person in a little sphere and I write about what I know.
Maybe that means what I say won't speak to a great audience, because it's so personalized to me, specifically. The stuff I say isn't going to ring of truth or of great experience, because I haven't got any of that. All I have is the little life I have lived. (And all the fictional lives I have watched played out in so many different permutations of what life can be.)
I suppose it's better that I don't try to make grand statements. Everyone else can have those.
"I'm a little person in a little sphere and I write about what I know."
ReplyDelete... but that's a good thing.
The big, serious, important-sounding stuff they're writing probably won't get them anywhere. It's the stuff pretty much every teenager thinks at some point. The small, intimate, personal things are what no one else can give.
Goodness, I feel like Gilbert from Anne of Green Gables. Still, though, that last line is absolutely perfect.
Esther, you are legitimately the best.