"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Monday, February 28, 2011

I miss writing for fun :(

~Some stories are true that never happened.
~Elie Weisel

In my attempt to keep up with the number of days in the year, here is my second post in, like, ten minutes. Sorry!

Tonight I realized how much I miss poetry. I miss writing it, reading it, editing it... I need to take more time to write for myself. My senior year of high school I put on my to do list each week that I had to write two new poems. Most of them didn't turn out so well, but some of them were pretty good, considering.

I managed to look through back up files after back up files in search of writing from high school. I've looked before and haven't found it. So I was pretty surprised. I actually found the first poem I remember writing. The one that made me want to be a writer. At least, that's how I remember it. I also found a whole bunch I don't remember cuz I didn't focus on editing them for lit. mag. or anything.

So I decided to go through and print out all of my poetry and essays and everything (like, braided or creative essays-not school research essays) and put them all in a binder together all organized! I'm kind of excited!
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