I think we can all agree that creative writing has become my main focus in classes (besides choir, but that's always there). Today, the teacher was putting on a puppet show with some PEZ dispensers. This is totally normal. We were all laughing, of course, as he was doing the voices. As the PEZ's were making out, the teacher looks up and kind of stops, I turn around and right behind me is the vice principal. The class laughed, and the two just kind of stared at each other. The vice principal said that he guaranteed us that he had never seen that teaching technique here before. At least the PEZ presentation transitioned into a powerpoint, otherwise I'd think our dear Mr. Flannel had gone nuts.
He prompted us with some story about two lovers sitting near a river having a picnic (which reminded me of Salley Gardens, my S&E solo last year) and some random chick pops up behind a tree. We were to make up the rest of the story about why she was there/etc... I turned the two lovers into lesbians (
Jakayla and Amelia, they should be familiar) and the chick (in the long flowy dress) was a guardian sent by the Goddess to tell Jakayla of her magick powers as a poet. Yes, I'm a little weird. But, that gives a
little bit of a sneak peak into the story that I'm really writing (Hope is a Thing of Feathers).
He also prompted us about writing with showing (not telling) words. He gave us the prompt "a cheap person" to write about. I wrote about a paragraph on it before getting bored, and decided to go with a funeral instead. I then wrote about that for almost the rest of the hour (and it will be my open-mic Friday story) so I won't put it up on this blog 'til Friday. I will share my autobiographical poem though (it's an assignment).
Only singing can make me joyful
It fills my heart and spirit
With magick and power, clear and flowing
As long as I can sing, my life is complete
Death ravages my life, as an enemy,
Comes and takes what I love.
But music, singing helps me cope
But is life my ally?
Music calms me, it is my therapy
Music, singing, theater, my second love life
It can do what no one else can
It can embrace me, and create a castle of love.
I think it's a cute free-verse poem. Not my best. But cute. I will also share the continuation of the narrative prompt he gave us. It starts when the main character first sees the girl in the flowing dress.
My love does not see her. Time seems to stand still, and the apparition comes closer. She walks through me, and I feel a surge of electrical power. I look back at Amelia and she doesn't seem to notice anything different.
"Jakayla, we should go home, it's getting late," she told me.
I nodded, and we packed up and left.
That night I had a vision. The girl came to see me, we were next to the river.
"Jakayla," she said in a resonating voice. "The Poet. Do you know why I am here?"
I shook my head.
"I am your guardian. The powers I have given you are only to be used for good. I have come to tell you that you can create magick through your poetry. You have not noticed your abilities, but they are there."
Then I woke in a puddle of sweat. My girlfriend was laying beautifully next to me, still asleep. I checked the clock. Only midnight. I tried, again, to sleep, but could not.
Yes, I could do with editing a lot of it. This is what my rough drafts usually look like. I add in all of the descriptions and big words later. If I write a final draft before anything else, it comes out just how I need it to, but I usually only do that for essays.
I should be editing the story right now, but Ryan is working on opening a multiplayer server for Minecraft. I'd say he could use my computer for it, but we want to watch a movie soon. I think during the movie I could work on the story a little. Which reminds me, during advising today I added a little more to chapter four. I'm thinking I'll have to make a break in the passage soon, or start the next chapter altogether. I'm so proud!
NOTE: When you see me type "magick," I mean to spell it that way. In my religion (Wicca) I spell magick like that. I capitalize Goddess. I may capitalize Fire, Water, Earth, Air, and Spirit in some senses. It is not capitalized in the poem above because the spirit I was talking about was mine, not Spirit the element. Thanks.
There's a funeral tomorrow that Ryan is going to. I'm not. I can't. But I'll be outside in case he needs me. I remember Marshall's funeral. I ran out halfway up the line. I couldn't take it. I stayed in the car when they lowered the casket into the ground. I hope Ryan is okay. I hope everyone is okay.
Blessings.
