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I'm going to post something. Amazing!
Official This-is-what's-new-with-everyone updates bore me to write, and yet somehow I always feel like I ought to. This is not unique to my writing-online-for-a-small-audience either. It started in first grade, when I received a little lockable diary for-- christmas I think. Because my teenage cousin had defined a diary to me as a place for writing your secrets "like the boys you like and things," the very first entry was one sentence proclaiming that I liked this one boy in my class who I'd been partnered with once or something; sometime later I decided this was absolutely not true after all, so blacked his name out and wrote "I like everybody!" instead ("like" in a cosmic sense of course). Someone else defined a diary for me as a place to write about your hopes and dreams, so the second entry proclaimed that I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up, until I started enjoying my piano lessons so much that I edited it to say PIANO teacher instead (and I actually used a carat mark to insert the word "piano" too. How did I know about carat marks in first grade, anyway?). Eventually I stopped editing my entries after the fact, though I did occasionally add FOOTNOTES to clarify or correct things after the fact (which I still stoop to occasionally). Anyway, but somewhere else I discovered that diaries were something that was "kept," as in kept up-to-date, written in frequently. That was too much pressure for me. I didn't want to keep it up-to-date, I just wanted to JOT stuff in it, so by mid-elementary school my writing there trickled off.
Then halfway through SEVENTH grade I pulled out an almost-blank blank book type journal (I'd jotted down a dream in it before) and wrote "Okay, maybe I will make this a real journal. But not a write-in-everyday type journal. A Mallory Pike-type journal." At which point I proceeded to fill up ten or twelve pages with the entire backstory of The Babysitters Club. Anyway, this series of journals, in blank books, spanned all of secondary school and was pretty much where I developed this particular writing voice that I use here. I was much more dedicated to these than I was to the little locked diary, but I still felt like I had this duty to keep it up-to-date, for future generations!, and often there are places where I complain that I haven't finished writing about something or I still need to write about something else, but I don't feel like it anymore or I want to write something else instead. And this was in a book I wasn't sharing with anybody (except Angie, later)! Let alone published on the internet with at least a score of people following it.
I share this, a) because I went off on a tangent; but b) because it's not like I'm blaming you, my audience that actually exists, for my hard feelings toward my own up-to-date-ness obsession. I'm totally blaming the imaginary audience I've always written to in journals.
Which brings us to the point, which is that actually I sometimes do feel like sharing humdrum This Is What's Happening things, and in this case I feel like sharing that Sam seems to be hitting his Language Explosion now. He'll actually parrot words back to you if it's a word he finds interesting enough. He knows some of his letters, which is quite fun. But his new phrase, which is the absolute best, is "I DID IT!" complete with jumping and exuberant handwaving, which he uses after every accomplishment big or small.
This, you can see, is something totally worth posting.
Official This-is-what's-new-with-everyone updates bore me to write, and yet somehow I always feel like I ought to. This is not unique to my writing-online-for-a-small-audience either. It started in first grade, when I received a little lockable diary for-- christmas I think. Because my teenage cousin had defined a diary to me as a place for writing your secrets "like the boys you like and things," the very first entry was one sentence proclaiming that I liked this one boy in my class who I'd been partnered with once or something; sometime later I decided this was absolutely not true after all, so blacked his name out and wrote "I like everybody!" instead ("like" in a cosmic sense of course). Someone else defined a diary for me as a place to write about your hopes and dreams, so the second entry proclaimed that I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up, until I started enjoying my piano lessons so much that I edited it to say PIANO teacher instead (and I actually used a carat mark to insert the word "piano" too. How did I know about carat marks in first grade, anyway?). Eventually I stopped editing my entries after the fact, though I did occasionally add FOOTNOTES to clarify or correct things after the fact (which I still stoop to occasionally). Anyway, but somewhere else I discovered that diaries were something that was "kept," as in kept up-to-date, written in frequently. That was too much pressure for me. I didn't want to keep it up-to-date, I just wanted to JOT stuff in it, so by mid-elementary school my writing there trickled off.
Then halfway through SEVENTH grade I pulled out an almost-blank blank book type journal (I'd jotted down a dream in it before) and wrote "Okay, maybe I will make this a real journal. But not a write-in-everyday type journal. A Mallory Pike-type journal." At which point I proceeded to fill up ten or twelve pages with the entire backstory of The Babysitters Club. Anyway, this series of journals, in blank books, spanned all of secondary school and was pretty much where I developed this particular writing voice that I use here. I was much more dedicated to these than I was to the little locked diary, but I still felt like I had this duty to keep it up-to-date, for future generations!, and often there are places where I complain that I haven't finished writing about something or I still need to write about something else, but I don't feel like it anymore or I want to write something else instead. And this was in a book I wasn't sharing with anybody (except Angie, later)! Let alone published on the internet with at least a score of people following it.
I share this, a) because I went off on a tangent; but b) because it's not like I'm blaming you, my audience that actually exists, for my hard feelings toward my own up-to-date-ness obsession. I'm totally blaming the imaginary audience I've always written to in journals.
Which brings us to the point, which is that actually I sometimes do feel like sharing humdrum This Is What's Happening things, and in this case I feel like sharing that Sam seems to be hitting his Language Explosion now. He'll actually parrot words back to you if it's a word he finds interesting enough. He knows some of his letters, which is quite fun. But his new phrase, which is the absolute best, is "I DID IT!" complete with jumping and exuberant handwaving, which he uses after every accomplishment big or small.
This, you can see, is something totally worth posting.
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Date: 2009-06-08 12:01 am (UTC)From:Oh, and "I DID IT!" is one of her favorite phrases too.
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