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A relatively quiet Sunday. All the shops are closed, except the fruit stand and the pizzeria around the corner. I took a break from writing, and actually took the time to sort through some writing. I decided to post some work that I had done over the course of the past academic year.
I decided to do this partly because a friend asked me to email her a copy of a short story that I had written, and partly because of something my mother said to me a few days ago, i.e. “It doesn’t make sense to keep all of this to yourself. You have to share it.” She was, at the time, referring to my poetry. I think, however, that the same goes for my other writing.As I prepare for NaNoWriMo, I have come to recognise that although I have always written, I never really considered myself capable of writing stories.
Yes, some years ago, I sat down at began writing a novel, to which I hope to return once I have some more distance from it and have become a better writer. Even as a child, I started stories, but rarely did I find their endings. Perhaps it was simply that I did not want to imagine an end to my stories then, or perhaps I did not know how to end them.
It was different with poetry. I would write, then rewrite, then rewrite. All of that with the effort of finding the end, finding the meaning of all that wanted to say. In poetry I sought answers to the questions that plagued me.
It is with tremendous thanks to my professors, authors Carlos Dews and Elizabeth Geoghegan, in creative writing that I have gained the confidence that I can find my endings to my stories. I hope as I go along that I will make them proud of the foundation that they helped me to build.
So, please, review my stories and personal essays to be found under the Writing section of this blog.