I slipped into a new adventure. New
, the first by a lot 'of time. Apart from I moved to 3000 miles from home Me in a nation that still do not understand 100% linguistically and culturally speaking.
I spent 60 days writing a thesis, reading books that I was not completely satisfied and walking in the cold. I looked forward to add a little 'stress in my stay in Sweden.
I am an intern, an intern in fact, that sounds cool. I try to write for a magazine young and creative. My editor has used the term "witty." Wordreference me translates as "witty, funny." Naively or presumptuously I always thought to be more or less but I realized that it is not so.
In my everyday life, maybe I am. But there's always that bit of cynicism, sarcasm. The sarcasm is witty and when I try to write a song, screaming every word "acid" certainly not "spirit". Let's also try to write in English, since in Sweden the reader understand what kind loves to read. In English are boring, heavy, severe. I'm not a fucking laugh.
I spent years trying to learn to write and is perhaps the only thing I can do the least. Now I find myself starting over. And the most frustrating thing is that I can not realize if what I write reflects a thousandth of what it is my intention to start.
If I were a doctor, an engineer or a carpenter's prick, the fact that scalpel scalpel is said is said and plane plane I do not make it impossible to get an inflamed appendix or to build a great empire style chest of drawers wherever I am. I chose (or chose the time for me) to want to do a job that does not use lime, but uses words. And the raw material change depending on where I want to build my silly side table.
I slipped into this story knowing that it would be easy. Arrive first batostine, the first phone calls from the reality that tells me you need to work hard to get the most microscopic result.
For many it will be the discovery of the hot water but not from life as a spoiled me. I do not speak of luxury, caprice satisfied. I speak of the fact that more or less forever if I could not at first, the second brought home the game.
But I suppose this means to grow.
And this post .. It is witty for a cock.
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