Mid-term Assessment

This is one of the (many) sections of my mid-term Assignment for Creative Writing; We have to hand in 10 pages (or 2500 words) of notes and extracts from a 'writer's journal' we have been keeping over term- in the journal we have to discuss the effects of things on our writing, write on responses to films, music, weather, ANYTHING and how it inspires us, and generally discuss why we find ourselves writing . This section- entitled 'Lonely?' discusses how my being single affects my writing. It includes Tweets from my twitter page (http://twitter.com/Disco_Jesus) that have been used as notes and inspiration for this piece.

Lonely?

• Oh,hello bridget jones.yes,i'm watching ur film eating sweets&i'm single.well yes i suppose i am a bit of a cliche.alright,fuck off bridget. about 2 hours ago via Snaptu

• Me:i'm not gonna dress up-i'm going to the library with Connie Mum:but what if there's a good-looking nerd? Me:...I'm gonna go wash my hair 5:43 PM Feb 20th via web

• Saw 'Valentines day'. it was as loved up&hollywood perfect as was expected.it was good.i'm getting drunk 2nite tho,right?or now,now's good. 6:39 PM Feb 16th via Snaptu

• Great british railway journeys on tv and ice-cream in my tummy: who says singles can't have fun on valentines?? 10:39 PM Feb 14th via Snaptu

• fort's not so much fun on my bill.it's awesomely massive size,whilst incredibly impressive,only exacerbates my current issue of loneliness 10:16 PM Feb 5th via Snaptu


I find that my lack of relationship worms its way into every aspect of my writing, even if it began as something else. Take my poem ‘Cold’, for instance; It started as a simple poem about how I was cold after walking back from town, and suddenly it becomes some deep metaphor about loneliness. From weather to whining- go figure.
I don’t like that that’s how I write, though. The majority of my friends are male so it confuses me that when my words spool out of my pen, from the touch of my fingers and the twist of my wrist caused by the contortion of my muscles and my conscious decision to move, that the words are so hell-bent on...well, whatever the literary equivalent to castration is. I involuntarily hate men when I write. But I have always used writing as more than a of a form of expression- It’s very therapeutic, honest, and often it’s when I’m writing that I discover how I really feel about a situation or a person. So maybe it’s my minds way of saying “Hey- Amy? Yeah , you’re not a fan of men. Wanna know why? They screw you over- even the good ones. In fact, there are no good ones. You should write that down”. Well, it’s got a point...

I have hopes that as I grow older and wiser as to the follies of Mancruel as me and my friend like to wittily call them (She too has fallen victim to the same tricks time and time again; she attracts the badly behaved boys whilst I attract the unavailable ones) my writing will become less about them and more about me. I know very well I am a writer, and that it is what I am meant to do with my life- for now it may be soaked in teenage angst and moaning self-deprecation, but my now is applicable to my ‘now’. As for my ‘then’...well, we’ll see whether or not my ‘then’ is applicable to Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay, won’t we?

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I'm kinda proud of it. but it's a first draft, so feedback anyone?
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