My Blog, My Rules

One of Garret's first homework assignments of this year was to cover a composition notebook with pictures/stickers/words/etc. that represent him. The book will serve as his writer's journal for this school year. I told him I have several writer's journals from my college days. We had quite a good conversation, and he asked if he could see them.

I went digging in the attic, and I finally found them in the basement. Upon further review, they're not really appropriate for sharing with a seven-year old. Reading them really got my writer's blood pumping, though and it got me thinking that I can break up my blah-blah-blog about family life and ASD with some creative pieces. My blog, my rules. Beautiful!

The first thing I though when I re-read this one is that it needs some editing. Still, I like where I was headed with it. This piece was published in our campus literary magazine, "Cardinal Sins." I only submitted for publication once (because of my aforementioned complete lack of self-confidence). Two of the three pieces I submitted were published that semester, and you know what the old song says...two out of three ain't bad.

Legacy

The canon is full of loose cannons--

tortured souls

whose ability to express themselves in writing

could pleasure the stable mind

but never pacify their own.

Slaves to their demons--

marked by melancholy and madness--

Annabel Lee haunted Eddy

until he found rest

face down in a gutter

and Sylvia chased perfection

headfirst into the range.

And me?

You'll just have to wait and see.