The contents of a publishing student’s book bag:
- orange Sharpie (I took it home from work by mistake)
- 9 pens (collected over time)
- pencils (three mechanical, one standard school-bus yellow)
- editing pencils (one green, one red)
- type gauge (to measure my fingers in picas when I’m bored)
- notebook (with design sketches, failed titles, sentences jotted with former purposes now forgotten)
- binder (also with random scrawls)
- folder (with design fails and folded-up finished pages)
- calculator (because we publishing students, well, we can’t do math)
- jump drive [VITTO (very important thing to own)]
- metal “q” type block (a gift)
- wooden “m” type block (another gift)
- umbrella, red (because I live in Boston)
- tissues (because I live in Boston)
AND
- a T pass (I think you get the idea)
A funny conversation I had moments ago…
What my writing has become, in three unintentionally-revealing-for-me-though-my-friend-didn’t-realize-it messages:
Me: what I’m writing is kind of funny I think
Friend: it’s kinda funny, you think? that’s not an overwhelming seal of confidence is it?
Me: probably not. probably way off tone actually. probably should be serious
And finally:
A huge thank you to everyone who has already submitted work for my on-the-spot poetry project. A new entry will be coming to a blog near you (actually, this one…in a couple of days). Please, if you’d like to be a part of it, just send me an on-the-spot anything. The poetry and photos I’ve already received are simply vahndaful dahling! (spelling?) And just remember, masterpieces might take years to complete, but it only takes a few minutes to start painting (dorky, I know, but true).
Write on.
and on.
and on.