The site's changed a bit since my last post. Most noticeable, the removal of the header and the appearance of a proper logo. I've also added a section for Literature where I will be showcasing short stories and poetry.
I have been writing short fiction, hell, since the 1st grade when I made short picture books about snakes fighting farmers. Yes, I can remember that. I used to write poetry every day by high school like any angsty teen should, but I was also interested in the possibility of making a career out of it, but once I really started taking the music more seriously, it just sort of waned.
When I applied to colleges, I had actually selected Photography as my major, but on the urging of my guidance counselor, I changed it to Professional Writing and stayed in that when I first started at Fitchburg State. Big mistake. You see, at that time, FSU kept you in the major you applied in, unlike all the other schools I had been accepted to. Come my third semester, I was being forced into numerous, extremely boring English classes, and this is where the trouble started. All English majors have to complete a portfolio, and this is especially true of Professional Writing. Every essay you write in school needs to be in it, in some form, with special attention to the essays you write in a course called "Approaches to English Studies", which is just a class on how to analyze themes and agree with a single interpretation of a work that your professor has selected for you to agree with.
My first day of classes my professor for that course was late, like maybe an hour late. I had left after half an hour, twice the acceptable time limit for a tardy teacher. Then, she didn't show up for over half of the classes as the semester moved along! The ones she did show up for, she was usually late by about 45 minutes. We were never assigned a single project, paper or anything. We all left with 4.0s.
This created my dilema. If nothing was assigned, yet the essays from this class are mandatory to be in the final portfolio, what do I do now? Because we had filed numerous grievance reports regarding this professor, getting an alterative to that requirement should have been easy, but the department wasn't helpful at all when I brought it up, and I'd rather know what to expect as a sophomore than as a senior weeks before graduation. The only other option was to retake the class, and I wasn't about to do that.
Getting to the point, I was never really happy at FSU, I only went there because I could afford to go and it was close enough that I could save money by commuting. It was as simple as that. When I found out what Professional Writing really entailed (it's business writing and writing instructional booklets, for the Cliffsnotes version of the most common career outcomes), I completely lost interest and basically wandered around the school's majors until I ended up in History because I could finish it the fastest. Outside of that major's requirements (and the school's liberal arts requirements), the only other classes I took were in music or creative writing.
All the poetry and the single flash fiction entry I posted this month were all written in my final semester in a creative writing course with one of my favorite English professors (the exception being "Autumn Turning", which was originally written as a song in 2007). After school, I took some time off to deal with a personal issue, then enrolled at Berklee Online to continue in music. Writing just sort of stopped while I focused on performing, engineering and composing. It wasn't until I started reading the short works by Franz Kafka that my interest became piqued again, and I decided that it was time to share a side of me that had become hidden for six to seven years.
I had been planning a few short horror stories, but felt it had no place on my website and I didn't want to use places like CreepyPasta (and get buried under mediocre Jeff the Killer tales) and open my works to Creative Commons licensing as I had been screwed by that in the past. But now it just feels right to bring all this back out and just be me. I always talk about the importance of being yourself in your work, yet a huge swath of that work was left hidden from view just because I wanted to be seen only as a writer of music, and not of words also.
That's about it right now. I'm hoping to get a new short film out next month as I've taken this week off of my practice routine to get some recordings done and because I'm just burned out at the moment. Too much going on in the bad, not enough in the good, etc. etc. insert whitewashed Eastern religious proverb.