Tuesday, 11 January 2011
20:08 | Posted by October Wolfe | | Edit Post
I sometimes wish that I could write a nice, long, 'proper' chunk of prose for a blog entry. I have tried in the past, but it just came out as a complete pile of 'woe is me'. It's all very ugly.
I envy those who can write. I really do. It's something I've always wanted to be able to do. I used to love writing stories as a child, but now I just end up mad at myself because I can't even begin.
I'm always thinking 'I wish I could [whatever]...'. I can wish all I want, but unless I actually try to do something, I'm not going to get anywhere.
My biggest wish (and if you know me at all, this will not be a surprise to you) is to be a circus freak. I'm half way there, already being a freak as I am, but I'm tripping up a bit with the 'circus' part.
“But Wolfey!” I hear you cry. “You do trapeze! You have a hoop/staff/flowersticks/poi/stilts!”
Yes. Yes I do.
But what use is that if I never practice?
(also, poi are inherently evil and I refuse to practice with them to any degree of 'good')
With all of those things (except poi, as they are pure evil), I have a certain level of 'skill', but it's really nothing impressive. I'm sure that you, dear reader, would say something like “I'm sure you are good.”
But no, no I'm not.
Or perhaps it's just me thinking that I'm horrible at all of these things.
A further example is with drawing. I look at my sketches and think 'How awful. I can't draw at all. 5 years studying art and that's the best I can do?', but people tell me that they're good. Despite this, 'I wish I could draw' is up there on my list.
I also wish I could sing, but I think that one is pretty much out of my hands. My voice lacks the natural talent needed for that kind of thing.
But, I digress, probably, as I did promise my immense collection of readers that I would regale them (or regale you, I imagine) with tales from Gothenburg.
However, since I'm pretty sure that anyone who actually reads this actually was in Gothenburg at the same time as me, it seems pretty pointless. If my assumption is incorrect, please, do inform me and I'll make more of an effort in the future.
Yet again, my chunk-of-prose seems to have failed.
Until next time, faithful reader!
- October Wolfe
- Jester of Misfortune.
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