cool.

[like_a_clown]

I just got out of poetry class. For today, I'd written an epigram (a four-line humorous poem in meter and rhyme) and a couple other things. Today was LImerick (and other similar stuff) Day.

I read aloud the four poems I'd written, like usual. However, whereas most everyone else's poems (with a couple notable exceptions) were met with thoughtful silences and constructive criticisms, three of my four were met with actual laughter from the whole class.

Then, at the end, I got comments back on all the copies I handed out. Now, the epigram just kinda popped out right before I had to print out the assignment, and I didn't think much of it. But Dr Ridland (who's been an editor, published poet, etc. for several decades) wrote:

"This is good--possibly publishable."

This made me happy. Okay, I admit that sometimes I use creative writing as an ego-stroking mechanism. But I need to get stroked SOMEwhere.

I got my interview/show review published today, too. The editor(s) didn't mangle my original text as much as I"d first thought--from about a third of the way through, I don't think they touched a word. Apparently, I just need to learn to write snappier intros. They did make me pigeonhole the band's sound, though, which I was trying to avoid at all costs. Oh well--I'll just have to learn from it. Read the story if you like. Richie, take note: remember that time you said I'd do well writing for Rolling Stone?

It's things like this that makes me think that maybe--just MAYBE--I have some future as a real writer.

Now I've just got to learn to hold on to the joy these things briefly give me for even a few minutes longer.