Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Conclusion and Beginnings

I believe I might've concluded what I'd like to do for a career. I'm possibly looking into Publishing/English Major with an Art minor. It's everything I'd love to do.

I imagine a dark, inky, brown desk with old carvings and rusty drawers which atop would settle my 1940s typewriter. Although who am I kidding?, one of those would be a fortune. A laptop it is. I'd read news articles all day, composing stories and literature work to submit for publishing all the while editing works from fellow writers as well. I swivel in my chair, maybe kick my feet up onto the desk and sip some British coffee, whatever that is. It's the creamy and smooth stuff, the kind where you pick up little sugar cubes with dainty silver tongs and drop it into teacups intricately designed with flowers and cherubs and blue birds peaking out from behind lush crops. Maybe there'll be music slipping into the atmosphere from the vintage record player I found in the attic. Sinatra and Fitzgerald will be serenading long into the night.

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If I was a publisher, I wouldn't mind staying up all night in my library, hidden from society but enveloped in a world of literature arts. The shelves will be overflowing, bulging at the seams with words begging to be read and brought to life by the imagination. I'll be inspired, fed by the imaginary world of writers who's legacies went before me. I'll write and study and write some more of distant lands beyond the see-able universe, of a man who travels the dimensions and falls in love with Woman of the Wind, of a girl who can sing her heart's desires into being but mistakenly casts away her ability and searches the world over for it, of a whale who dreams of becoming a little mouse only to find how unsatisfactory it is to have to scurry on little limbs. And when I'm done with those, I'll write of normal things like rain on a tin roof, watermelon in a garden, and airplanes in the sky. There will be endless things to conjure up, there will always be more to say and I will never quit, never tire and never cease to let my mind rest. I'll become a lunatic before my imagination runs out. The history books will record of my manic artistry given to society through sentences and poems and I will become immoral, living in between dusty covers that will age through centuries and in one unimportant moment in time will be picked back up, flipped open and studied and cherished and revered for more centuries to come.

2 comments:

  1. Awesome, Dee! Do it! Are you currently pursuing it a year after now?

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    1. I am not pursuing it currently. I find I might just do it as a side hobby. I'm not positively sure I'd make anything of it, really. I think I'm a write who loves to procrastinate and I find myself wanting too many things right now. There's a lot of narrowing down that needs to happen before I commit to this "goal"/"dream" of mine. Thanks for wondering and asking though!

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