Well, my stomach's grumbling, the kitchen's to my left, but I'm determined to write this post before I do anything else!
Ah, the things that winter days bring...a roaring fire, a hot cup of herbal tea, and good dig through my past papers and notebooks - resulting in the discovery of quite a few forgotten, yet cherished pieces of writing. How exciting!
It's amazing to note how much you can change in such a short amount of time. This can be made all the more evident when you read back through something you've written, perhaps not even 6 months ago. I can see now how different my world-view was back then, as opposed to now, as a lot of my pieces tended to be fairly melancholy in tone, although they all seemed to end in a more positive, hopeful voice.
(Here's an example...Heaven knows what I was going through when I wrote this one!)
"Staring into the abyss before me, a draught, cold as ice,
whistled through my hair. I was back where I vowed I’d never return. The
memories of past failures crept back into my mind through back doors I thought
I had closed. With each new, painful thought, the gaping crack before me grew,
shifting the unsteady ground under my weary feet. Soon I’d be back down there,
among the cold bones of past victims; held down by the crushing weight of my
pain; trapped. My burden grew, pressing me down towards the consuming darkness.
My knees failed me and my fragile frame collapsed – but, somehow, I did not
fall. No, instead my shoulders grew lighter as my burden was gently removed.
Opening my eyes, a glorious light engulfed me, consuming all the darkness. The
dismal blacks and greys of my attire faded, becoming blinding white, shining
with the radiance of a million stars."
It's also good to note that this change in my thinking has been noted itself, as it means that I have developed away from this frame of mind, and am recognising the positive changes that have occurred. I can see that I have developed emotionally, and have emerged from this slightly anxious and dark state of mind as a happier, more optimistic person, although I do still have the same philosophical tendencies of questioning nearly every aspect of life to the nth degree...'Why? Why? Why?' It seems to be my favourite passtime! Which can be a good or a bad thing, I suppose. I just need to be sure that I am using this element of my character to better who I am as a person; pulling apart a question regarding some obscure aspect of humanity that most people would not have even considered before, until it becomes some raving obsession in my mind to know the answer, is not a healthy way to be living! And yes, I have been there. I think I need to submit to the understanding that if I can't answer a question, well, then I can just accept that with a shrug and move on with life. No one has all the answers in life, do they? So why should I?
As well as developing emotionally, I can also see the great deal I have developed as far as my technical writing skills are concerned...oh gosh! Some of the stuff I wrote, I just want to bury under 6 feet of earth and forget it ever existed! But again, I think that upon reflection, it can be encouraging (if you can get past the embarrassment of it all!) to recognise how far you have come. So I have spent the last few hours in front of the warm fire, ignoring that cup of herbal tea, while I typed up all my handwritten notes of woe...and some of happiness, yes - I was not all that far gone! But just to see what I thought back then, compared to what I think now can be quite incredible...and indeed encouraging.
Some of the pieces I quite liked, however, and they seemed to be sound enough in construction, so I quite happily left them how they were. Some others I found had potential, although they lacked good composition, and, after drafting and redrafting, I had created some lovely little bits of writing, all to do with different aspects of life.
They had all been done at around the same time, I realised, during a writing workshop I had undertaken, but before I had begun on my TAFE course in Professional Writing. So not many were of the standard of which I possess now, although they were probably significantly better than that which I would have written before doing the workshop.
Here's a short piece I wrote on the very first session of the workshop. It speaks for itself...
"An empty coffee mug
signalled the closing of the session. There were quiet scratches of pen across
paper as minds expanded with the atmosphere of acceptance. It was nearly time
to end, and they’d only just begun. Perhaps next week they would experience it
again. Perhaps it was the start of something new and wonderful…"
I believe it was something new and wonderful. For here I am now, nearly halfway through my first year in TAFE. And at 17, I am the youngest person to ever be accepted into the course. It was definitely a daunting prospect. But here I am, working my way towards the dream that up until now had been just that - a far-fetched, imagined, glimmer of a dream. And looking back upon those early years of my childhood, I can't believe now I am actually doing it! For as far back as I can remember, I have always responded to that over-asked question, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" with, "I want to be an author!"
And certainly, I tried. So many stories have been started, and never finished. Just sitting in the hardly-opened computer folder, collecting metaphorical dust. It's a sad thought. But now, perhaps, I have the opportunity to finish what I started. To finally be able to put a triumphant 'THE END' on a completed story. Ah, what a feeling that would be!
Well, I am well and truly famished now, as I was yesterday (after struggling my way through darned technology for so long!) and so I shall sign off now, and hope that this post wasn't completely in vain, that someone might enjoy reading my ramblings! Farewell, readers!
Violet Quercus
xoxo