Saccharine-sweet sentences that sicken my soul
So I’ve been working on an allegory for the past 2 hours and I must say, I hate the way I sound when I try to be sentimental. I hate over-sentimentality. I hate that my descriptions are so shallow and I can’t find the right blend of words to convey emotion while remaining clever and witty. I actually disgust myself. I’ve also discovered that writing in third-person sucks. Why write it if I can’t even get involved? What a waste of precious swotvac hours that could’ve been spent ingraining differential calculus into my brain (or not). This is why I can’t do English Comms; imagine the bite marks I’d leave on my descriptive essay pieces. I can no longer write like a normal person.
I admire people who can write anecdotes and allegories and analogies (ooh alliteration!) without sounding like they’ve just spent a week watching The Notebook and A Walk To Remember on replay. But I’m going to stick to writing from my heart/brain/gall bladder for now. Till I find the time to trawl the library shelves for pages that reek of 100-year-old wisdom and add to my arsenal of vocabulary and bury myself in the works of W.B. Yeats, Ezra Pound, T.S. Eliot, Alfred Tennyson or some other fancy-sounding poet, you’ll just have to put up with my facetious remarks in between deep, reflective thoughts and me not taking my writing too seriously. I’ll have to put up with me anyway.
Dear Mark Twain, we are going to be best friends after the 11th of November and you are going to give me some of your insight and wit.
