 <*dv_0*>Emily, Raelene and Pat Bronte - even they had to start somewhere | | <*dv_1*>I Have been Told My Writing Is Like a Blunt Pencil | I have been told my writing is like a blunt pencil - pointless - and I really dont care. Of course, that is a total lie, but then again - so are most things in my life. While I do tend to blither on and on and write about nothing in particular - my question to myself is one of deep cynicism. Why should I care for the opinions of others concerning something that I hold so dear? My safety blanket, wooby if you will, from childhood. Perhaps it is the old - oh, you write well thrown at me by embarrassed school maims as they could not think of another compliment to give. The scene opens before my eyes, a parent teacher meeting when I am perhaps - 7, 8 years old? Little Johnny plays piano wonderfully Mr. Black, Susan is an exceptional artist Ms. Leary. oh, poor poor TS, well she .er, she.she writes wonderfully Mr. and Mrs. Carr. says the teacher, red faced in her lie. My parents, obviously disappointed that I was destined to lead a life of normalcy , perhaps one day obtaining to the status of Clerk Girl at the local five and dime, encouraged my writing out of pities sake. Yes dear, thats wonderful. Write mummy another story. Ohhh your poems are just beautiful darling all the while planning how to break the news to friends and family that they had given birth to the only talent-less child in the age of Aquarius. Fortunately for my parents and others involved, I realized my lack of talent at the age when University and career decisions loomed and chose to go into business. In that I have saved the world of art and literature many many loathing reviews and essays on the absolute horrendous ego of a mediocre talent. I should be given an award for that alone. I resign myself to be a wannabewriter, a person of limited talent and a five and dime future. I shall swallow my pride and crunch my numbers in my daily life and secretly, late at night, type out total nonsensical shite such as this whenever possible. Thank God for the internet. TS Carr | | | | |