Wednesday, September 22, 2004
In writers craft our teacher had us do some free writing. We were to basically describe a setting, the characters within the setting, the sounds, particular smells, and so forth. She had us highlight three of our best lines. She then had us read a line one after the other. The idea was to make an entire storyline, and have these lines as similar as possible. Or something along those lines (lines, lines, LINES!). I did not have anything down on my paper. Well, I did, but nothing worth reading. Nothing that should be spoken out loud, because I was not at all satisfied with what came out of this free writing. I never am. And so when she called my name, I replied with "The man's liver fell out right in front of the unsuspecting lady. Right onto the sidewalk. Slipped right down the sewer drain. Like a god damn sewer rat." It reminded me of the time I lost my mind in the sink.
My writers craft teacher calls me "Holly."
( She actually referred to me as "Holly" when commenting on my assignment, even though my name was clearly typed on the front page. )
And she calls Holly "Ashley."
The End.
My writers craft teacher calls me "Holly."
( She actually referred to me as "Holly" when commenting on my assignment, even though my name was clearly typed on the front page. )
And she calls Holly "Ashley."
The End.
