Well, today was a good day. I took a biology test, and I felt like I mostly knew what I was doing. I gave a presentation in my Theory of Knowledge class, and again had the general sense that I knew what I was doing. Today was pretty laid-back, and mostly fun. It wasn't perfect, of course, nor was it blissful. It was just a good day.
I wrote a poem, for Pinta. It was quite exciting to write a poem. It started something like this:
Pinta is sleepy,
Pinta is tired,
But Nina had coffee,
And Nina is wired.
Very nursery rhyme-ish and cutesy, but it felt good to write. I also tried writing happy poems since Mateo complains that all the poems our writing club produces are morbid. But they didn't turn out as good. I don't think I spent much time on either project.
However, I did devote a large portion of my time today to writing, and this project was inspired by a very insistent Santa Maria. At the end of last school year, we had decided to begin a summer project where we wrote a story together. We made a couple plans about what characters we would use and what would happen, but we never started. Well, Santa Maria definitely did not forget. So today, I obediently pulled up our old emails and shifted through all the information I had collected on dear Jaqi. I figured out where she was in life, wrote up a quick synopsis to make sure I had her history straight, and launched into an introduction.
I enjoyed it so much. It felt so good to write again, to just get the ideas flowing, even if I was simply recycling an old character from ages past. I will never be an author unless I write, right? And when I don't have any ideas for an epic novel, and when my poems are all elementary, I should still continue to practice. I will not be defeated by myself, my busy schedule, my dry fountain of creativity, or my discouragement. No sir, not Nina. I'm going to write anyway, even if every piece of work I produce is somewhat amateur and inarticulate.
I'm just that stubborn.
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