Perhaps Professional

A sheepish grin from the author after correcting three or four misspells and, ironically, mistakes in the posts written so far.  I do take my writing seriously but know myself a little too well and know to expect many more in the future.  Hopefully I will avoid it by following Mr. Carter’s advice of drafting it in Word beforehand, thus idiot-proofing myself somewhat.  But the organized clutter is here to stay, the flighty forgetful, the improvisation the soul to the writing.  My only concern, as I say when tutoring others with their writing, is that the meaning is gleaned.  Clarity is key.  So if I am professionally flawed to the point of confusion, by all means, let me know.

Once again I’ve set myself up for another post for another day; that being my take and views on the fluidity of language and subsequent levels of arbitrary when it comes to what is ‘correct’ and ‘incorrect’.  Unfortunately, even with this discussion, I cannot escape spelling.

Lingering in the Preparatory State

Nervous.  Anxious. Unprepared.  The English language has a diverse variety and states of being for me to choose from or multitask in performing for my up and coming departure from my homeland.  Technically I have been out of the US of A before, Canada, Tijuana, Mexico, and The Bahamas.  This adventure however, will be largely independent.  Even though my life, my preparation, and factors involved in general, have, in fact, been going well, I feel like something must go wrong.

Luckily, I have proven to myself and I would say to outside observers in general, that I recover quite well from my mistakes regardless of the magnitude.  Mistakes are an interesting part of life.  They are so much of what makes up who we are.  They are unavoidable.  They are, a topic for another day because, I am leaving the country.

Friday evening, June 19, 2009, I will board a plane to Manchester, England.  I will join a group of people who have never met me before.  I will leave behind previously mentioned mistakes.  I cannot and do not wish to deny my mistakes, however, I intend to live without them during my time there.  I will be attending the University of Liverpool.  I am taking with me the lesson learned from a Creative Writing class in highschool, Novemeber 2001-March 2002; be a sponge.  The sights, the sounds, the people, the accents, the mannerisms, the smells, the tendencies, the belief-systems, the colors, the loves, the weather, the everything, are the water to the sponge in your pocket, the sponge you need to be as a writer.   And so it seems perhaps needless to say, more to follow.

Nervous Squirrel With Nut

My First Post“Look at me, I’m on the Internets!” she exclaimed.  A true sign of being a child of technology at last.  Though she had played games on her grandmother’s macintosh as young as she could remember, and attempted to conquer Freedom and Oregon Trail on computer lab days in elementary school, in truth she was a mediocre operator of software at best.  Her grandmother, still alive and kickin’ at 83 years old could tell you more about ram, hard drives and the like than she could.

But she, Ms. Edith-Marie Roper, would have to adapt eventually.  And so, on her Macbook attained in such a manner that requires a story for another day, she is learning.

Welcome all and enjoy.  And don’t worry, I generally will not refer to myself in the third person.