Friday, January 25, 2008

Peek-a-Boo!

Well! One week gone and I feel like I've been away a lifetime... hello? anyone still receiving?

In my quest to be a more fulfilled person (and to stop whining about boys) I've done two things to soothe my creative soul. I shall expound upon them at length below. But first: I missed you. Let's never fight again.

1) Bellydancing Classes: oh yes, you read right. With Nish in tow, there are enough shoulder punches, hip-sits and Egyptian walks to keep any girl happy (and said girl's gluts unhappy). So, we're working on isolation techniques (insert all the clever witticisms about art imitating life here) and coordination (ha!). I'm not the worst person in the class: I remember to "hold an egg" "have an attitude" and "bounce my hip, not my leg" well enough. But I still can't get the "step, switch, turn" thing. I hate switching...why can't things just stay the same? Anyway, there's a "routine" of some sort at the end. I intend to be sick if any kind of audience is involved. Big bonus: buying a ching-ching belt!

2) Writing: have started and finished my first short story in over 7 years. I don't know what happened, but I went to Queen's and my creative writing went to hell (same diff, eh H2?). Anyway, "Lucy" appeared a few weeks ago and she wouldn't leave. She's the pushy sort, always telling people what to do, always thinking she's right (stop saying I'm describing me! geez.) . She demanded I tell her story; I was compelled to oblige. In the meantime, she introduced me to Izzy, Ish, Mikhail and Elle (yes, Elle-in-real-life, you read right). I had a tonne of fun writing her story - it took me 35 pages, but hey, I've always been verbose.

While in the midst of all this, my computer got sick (very sick) and I had to do most of the typing at work while on desk. Not the best place, but at least I wasn't bored (for the first time in months).

Anyway, thanks for coming back and staying a while. I'll be here more when Timmy comes back to me. Right now, he's living at Jadek's house where he is being fed hot microchip soup and being treated to soothing formats and driver updates. It's a nice vacation for him, but I do miss him. Lots. But not nearly as much as you, dear reader, not nearly as much as you.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Uh oh, you're writing? That must mean you're unhappy. Now I'm having a crisis of conscience...to allow you to be unhappy makes me a bad friend, but results in wonderful short stories and essays.

Malecasta said...

LOL :) No, this time the writing came from a happy place. Now, when I start writing poetry or quoting Jewel/Alanis songs, you'll know we're in trouble...