an excerpt from the essay i'm currently workin' on.
based on pure truth, with a few extra details for good measure.
The day after Christmas often comes crashing down on the generally happy souls of young children rather like an early Wright Brothers' airplane prototype: awkwardly, and reeking of bottled-up bitterness and unmet expectations. When I was nine years old, all I wanted for Christmas was the bright red plastic rock tumbler that beckoned me from the pages of the latest Discovery Toys catalog. “Turn rocks into gleaming gemstones!” the description boasted. “Makes a great gift for the budding geologist or jeweler.” I had highlighted the latter phrase and left the catalog open on the kitchen counter for my mother to notice. However, come Christmas morning, I did not find myself the proud parent of a Gyrotek Rock Polisher 2300. Instead, there in the living room stood my very first real bike, a fifteen-speed teal and chrome Schwinn, shining just as gloriously as any freshly-tumbled stone. I decided to abandon any dissappointment, and admitted that this was an adequate substitute for the single item that had been on my wish list.
hmmph, i need a shorter title. any ideas, dears? i'm suppose i'm rather bad at short-ness.
oh, and that first sentence might not seem like it fits in, but it does tie in to the next paragraph. no worries.
1 week ago
7 comments:
ah! the oppocision (that's the word in my head for some reason, not opposition) is weird! i like it, but it's totally throwing me off! haha. also, did you actually remember the rock tublers name for real? is it really called a gyrotek 2300? impressive i might say.
i totally don't understand the first part of that comment. opposition? oppocision? what the heck are you talking about, woman? also, i half-made-up the name after searching rock tumblers on amazon.com.
Well, I could give my idea for a title but you are through writing to their is no point. I hope that all goes well. But I must say, I was looking forward to hearing about your wedding...
"rather bad at shortness"...yea, you and sufjan.
i'm pretty sure sufjan & i could be kindred spirits.
Brilliant(even if I had to read the title twice). First sentence is a great lead in. Want to read the rest of the essay or do I have to wait till Anna H's Book of Assorted Essays of My Life In a Small Eastern Shore Town is published?
ah, the rest of the essay's corny. it would rather not be read. haha.
i suppose i'd be making a guest appearance in anna h's book of essays? heh heh. juuust kidding. i know you meant annIE. anna and i, we're pretty easy to mix up. i mean, people already think we're twins--it doesn't help that our names are almost the same! haha.
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