Went for a dig about in my trunk of old things and papers and failed to turn up any of my previous writing pieces. That’s a fair bit of a disappointment to me, not because my old writing was any good as it was, though I was looking forward to editing and possibly improving what I had written nearly twenty years ago as an OAC creative writing student. I got the best grade I ever achieved in high school in that class. It was a 94%. The only other class I ever passed with a grade in the nineties was Kinesiology, with a 92%. Then they chopped the OAC year, and no one cares. Neither of those marks got me into college or university later on. So more of a personal highlight than anything else really.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is, I need to decide if I can try and remember some of the longer stories and outline them and tackle a new rough draft, or consider them dead and buried and lost to the ages.
I’m actually really annoyed, because I can see the purple duotang in my mind, and I still have a few drawings I did to complement my writing hanging up in my office. But no writing excerpts. Damn. Double damn. On the bright side I did start an outline of a children’s book I was writing for my little girls, so now I can just focus on that.
Or sculpt more, find new clients for my graphic design day job, complete some wood working projects or finally paint our stair well and get this summers chore list started early.
I think my children’s book would greatly benefit for artwork in the style of Skottie Young. Pow! So beautiful.
Ciao -M
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