Friday, March 7, 2008

It's snowing!!!

2. Describe myself as a writer... When I write, I'm not really that artistic. I just write what needs to be said, and I don't go out of my way to make it super fancy. Sure, occasionally you'll find similes and things in stuff I've written, but that's because I feel like it belongs there, not because someone told me to write something good. My writing sounds like me. It's usually more polished than when I speak, but it still sounds like I'm talking. I don't know if that's supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing. I love reading books, but lately I've been having trouble finding good things to read. Right now I'm reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for the second time. Her writing is interesting to me because of the level of detail it contains. I am a very detail-oriented person, and love to notice the little things in people's writing. As far of writing outside of school is concerned, I used to try to write more than I do now. In middle school, I attended the Young Author's Conference held at Bethel, at it was really inspiring, but lately my writing has been mostly limited to email. I am also one of the official bloggers for the robotics team ( The topics that intrigue me the most are the ones that are important to the writer, because often those become the most well-written pieces. I also think it's really fun to rewrite classic stories, like fairy tales, from a different point of view.

3. It always seems to start like this: I'm all wrapped up in myself, tongue-tied, and twisted. Someone runs their fingers through my lush mohair, and takes me for a wild ride. I weave in and out, over and under, and around the same blue metal countless times. I watch myself grow, longer and longer. A part of me falls, and tries to escape, but an outside force brings me back, pulls me into shape, and all is right again. The part of me that is tangled shrinks, but the new me continues to burst forth, and I feel like I can stretch for miles. It's a wonderful, liberating feeling. The rhythmic swish-click, swish-click keeps time to my evolution. Time to relax, unwind. Traveling from place to place, sneaking in some rows whenever possible, I soon discover that my transformation is complete. A quick snip and part of me is stowed away, still tangled, confused, with problems that could be worked out another day. The rest of me, however, feels light and free. I get to keep someone warm, will all of my knots now gone.

(This is the yarn's view when crocheting a scarf. Some of the things it feels are connected to how I feel while I'm crocheting.)

1 comment:

gabby said...

im kind of interested in the robotics team...
what do you make and can anyone join?