Thursday, February 11, 2010

WEDNESDAYS CHILD

I got a crush on a Redhead.
She is a writer of some sort. Took me to a Writers Workshop last night. They recognize everyone that got rejected, then they recognize any one that mighta got accepted then they announce all these contests to enter and talk about the upcoming “Conference”.
Then they break into small groups and people read what they wrote, and then people critique them.

The first one was a lady writing a story about a troubled teen that was starting to do drugs. I don’t think that this lady has ever done any drugs, but she has 8 books published, so I guess she must be good. In her story the drugs wind up in a pond and she says the fish in the pond will be "happy". If she had ever done any dope, she could find a better word than "happy".
The second lady wrote about an actress at an audition that fell off of the stage and went to the hospital and fell in love with the Doctor…"Dr. Smith" to be precise. She had a lot of incomplete sentences like
“There it was. A tree.”
I think maybe it might have been for dramatic effect, but run on sentences seem to work better for that I think don’t you?
The third was a grey haired man that wrote about an Airline pilot that women found irresistible; his latest girl, Jody, had a layover in Houston, and he couldn't help himself…
I think he might have been writing about himself, only lying, the way I do.

Anyway, it did not cure me from wanting to write, but it sure did almost cure me from wanting to read…
Its hard to listen to someone read.
It is for me. I mean, I haven't had anyone read to me in a long time. When I read, I have to re-read some words, even some sentences in order to chew the story I guess. If I find a paragraph I like, I'll re-read the paragraph.
Maybe I'll learn to listen better after a while.

The other funny thing was this dude that introduced himself as a "Highly successful blogger". He said the name of his blog. I just now went to see what his highly successful blog looked like. He only had 12 entries since he started his blog 3 months ago.

But I’ll go probably go back; the redhead is my cup of tea.


So heres what a chickenshit wimp weiner I am...

After the Writer Conference the redhead and I are talking in the parking lot:
I'm like "Well, I guess we better get home, long day tomorrow and all"
And she's like "Yeah, I have to be up at 5AM"
So I say 'Well, I'll like... call you before the weekend... and maybe we can get Angela (our friend that introduced us) to come and hang out or something"
And she says "This weekend?"
So I'm like "Yeah"
And she gives me this funny look and says like "Its Wednesday, you know"
And I'm like "Um, yeah, Wednesday, I know"

And I get in the car and drive off.
What the hell am I waiting for?
Thursday?

8 comments:

GrizzBabe said...

So glad you're taking a writing workshop! I can't wait to see what you come up with as a result.

And if the redhead is meant to be, she'll still be interested on the weekend.

red dirt girl said...

ohhhhhhhhhhhh boy howdy have i missed readin' your stuff!!!! you had me at the first sign of punctuation! red is good. red is very good.

xxx

Barbara said...

I'm glad to see you are still in circulation. I think the weekend thing was good. It showed you weren't overly anxious. Slow and steady...

Dave Renfro said...

I don't think I belong in any writing workshops, either. And I'm with you, anyone who can't write a hundred-word sentence isn't trying hard enough. That said, I am proud of my sentence from the other day: "Actually, not really." You can't imagine the sustained mental tension it took to write that!

~Dave

Anonymous said...

"The first one was a lady writing a story about a troubled teen that was starting to do drugs. I don’t think that this lady has ever done any drugs, but she has 8 books published, so I guess she must be good. In her story the drugs wind up in a pond and she says the fish in the pond will be "happy". If she had ever done any dope, she could find a better word than "happy"."

That paragraph made me so happy. Good luck with the redhead, although in my experience redheads are extremely dangerous.

Your pal, UF Mike

GEWELS said...

Well? Now it's friday.So.......????

BB-Idaho said...

You and Charlie Brown..
“If I stand here, I can see the Little Red Haired girl when she comes out of her house... Of course, if she sees me peeking around this tree, she'll think I'm the dumbest person in the world... But if I don't peek around the tree, I'll never see her... Which means I probably AM the dumbest person in the world... which explains why I'm standing in a batch of poison oak.”

Anonymous said...

never been here before but i know what you mean... human drugs sure do make fish happy. it goes without saying really.