Thursday, June 23, 2005
Pre-Teen Angst
So, I came up with an idea for my story with the help of a friend and a 4X6 notecard. Just thought I'd let you know that. I don't really want to talk about the subject of the digital story because it's still quite a scar. Let me just say it involves everything bad about the 80's and a really embarrassing junior high moment.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Writing About Not Knowing What to Write About
I have signed up for a digital storytelling class (my second) in large part so that I will force myself to keep writing and keep working on something I love. It's really pitiful how externally motivated I am. So...What should I write about? I keep wanting to write about the pedestrian bridge from the housing projects to the park being closed, a big old chain and sign across the entrance. I want to write about the housing projects being abandoned. Well, not about them exactly, but more about why it strikes me and what it means to me--why, when I drive past, I am drawn first to first the projects, and then to the bridge...
Then, there's the highway. And then there are these girls, out of school for the summer and completely out of control...playing 50 cent's song on their ring tones and rapping along with it.
And then there is this whole transition thing that my family is going through...moving down to the Deep South. And then there is how much of the time I spend inside my head is spent thinking about myself. How selfish I am! But then, to write about that would be the ultimate narcissism. Funny.
And then there is also this thing about looking backward and looking forward. Looking at my young self, braided up and walking to the bus stop through the orchard, looking forward at myself as 50yr old woman, finally having her shit together. And being in the middle and being this and that and both at different times and what this means to me as an African American woman who considers herself to be a feminist. And there's me not wanting to wear my heart on my website and come off all hokey-corny, simplistically liberal and all of that. And then there is the part that has to do with my blog and is there anything in this thing that is worth making a digital story about?
Sigh. Somewhere out there is a website made just for me. A website for pre-tenured African American moms of Norwegian ancestry who are married to Southern men and who are in constant need of quick and easy recipes and inspiration to continue trying to become writers.
Then, there's the highway. And then there are these girls, out of school for the summer and completely out of control...playing 50 cent's song on their ring tones and rapping along with it.
And then there is this whole transition thing that my family is going through...moving down to the Deep South. And then there is how much of the time I spend inside my head is spent thinking about myself. How selfish I am! But then, to write about that would be the ultimate narcissism. Funny.
And then there is also this thing about looking backward and looking forward. Looking at my young self, braided up and walking to the bus stop through the orchard, looking forward at myself as 50yr old woman, finally having her shit together. And being in the middle and being this and that and both at different times and what this means to me as an African American woman who considers herself to be a feminist. And there's me not wanting to wear my heart on my website and come off all hokey-corny, simplistically liberal and all of that. And then there is the part that has to do with my blog and is there anything in this thing that is worth making a digital story about?
Sigh. Somewhere out there is a website made just for me. A website for pre-tenured African American moms of Norwegian ancestry who are married to Southern men and who are in constant need of quick and easy recipes and inspiration to continue trying to become writers.
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