My brain is a little frazzled today, so no one really knows how well this will work as a blog.
Yesterday, I sent in my entries to the KSP short fiction award, and also to the Scribbler's competition. I have my fingers cross on both of those, because it would be nice to win a few commendations before I go to uni.
Well, that's if I get into Uni, but I'm thinking I probably will.
I also wrote a poem yesterday, for the school yearbook because the editor has been on my case to write a poem for the year twelve section. I'm not kidding, she actually slapped me with a pile of papers on the shoulder and said "Elisa Thompson can do it, why can't you?" The answer to that question is because Elisa Thompson is a very talented fiction and poetry writer and I am not. I don't write because I'm good, and especially not because someone expects me to, I write because it strikes me to do so. Luckily for her, however, it struck me to imitate the style of TS Eliot a little yesterday. She had better be happy with it, and definitely should not expect a repeat.
When I gave it to my English teacher to hand in, she and i started up a very bizarre conversation. I told her i wasn't usually a poet, but she said that she could imagine me going home and writing endless poems, as apparently i seem to have a great deal of poetry in me. Encouraging i suppose.
I am actually rather growing to like her.
Shh, don't tell, it will ruin my reputation.
Until next week,
P.S. you can find the work of Elisa Thompson in the blog on her Myspace
Just a warning though, the blogs may contain themes which could offend certain people. Yes, Grandparents, I am talking to you. Love you guys.