Wednesday, March 9, 2011

And So The Noise Goes Like This

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So, pretty much I never run out of things to talk about. When I was little, the chatter happened in Spanish and with a higher pitch (except for when I would walk around making sounds like gurgle gurg glurg lurg belurg pretending like I could speak English). But basically it was all the same: chatter chatter chatter. I never ran out of topics, opinions, or WTFISTHAT or whyyyyyyyyy?

In middle school, my BBF and I would exchange letters--you know, the kind you fold up in weird puzzly shapes and scribble For your eyes only and LYLAS CIEVY & KAYDEE BFFE and if we'd had OMG that would've been on there too, and tossed across the room when your teacher's back was turned? Yeah, well, mine didn't fold up into puzzly shapes very well because they were usually at least five pages long. Okay, fine, closer to ten. Filled front and back. Whatever. But I had SO MANY THINGS TO SAY DAMNIT. My poor BFF was always like dang, girl and she tolerated all my stories and one time I pulled this major prank on her and wrote her this long letter about this old guy coming after me when I left the corner store eating my 75 cent strawberry hand-dipped ice cream cone with a bubble gum ball at the bottom, and then he jumped me--and so the letter went on and on, with super minute details and tension and gripping OMG WHY DIDN'T SHE CALL TO TELL ME THIS? and then the letter ended with me saying, "and then he pulled my leg. just like I'm pulling yours," and she was like, "YOU @#$% OMG! I HATE YOU THAT WAS AWESOME!"

And then as I got older I learned to talk less and listen more sometimes. I would fill pages and pages of journals and notebooks and scraps of papers writing stories and scenes and plays without ends sometimes not making any sense at all. And then as I got even older my stories got stronger and smarter and more clever but I still tried to do things like follow rules because damn nobody likes a run-on or fragments. Right?

And finally one day I realized that maybe I had something with this writing thing. When most every other dream died except the ones that truly mattered, there it was, this new dream--this thing I had been doing forever and ever, thinking it was always just because there was too much in my head. And the fact was that's exactly what it was--too much in my head, but the more I got it out and onto paper, the better I got at turning it into something that made sense and sounding like a real story, and the more I reached into my characters, the more I learned about myself. It didn't seem to matter how much I wrote, I NEVER RAN OUT. Always, there were more words and stories and people I'd never met before in my head who were all like dude, let me outta your head, and so I had to keep putting them on paper. The words the words, they always keep coming.

So yeah. I never run out of things to say.

But this week,

31 comments:

  1. If you have the leg pulling story, you should totally post it. And good luck finding the words. Some days are easier than others. Or maybe I should say that some scenes are easier than others.

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  2. My mother tells me I could talk underwater, and she's probably right >.>

    (But this week, what? How does the last sentence end?)

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  3. That's great! My writing came from a love of reading and love of a wonderful story. After the dust clears away and we still want to write - that's when we know!

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  4. OMG I hate you! That was awesome.

    That totally ruled. That little anecdote right there made me want to be a tween girl, for just a moment.

    I'm so glad you have plenty to say and write.

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  5. My father used to tell me I could talk to a wall. I guess we've found a use for all those words :)

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  6. Well, it's a good thing we all love hearing what you have to say!! :) Hope you get the words back this week, girl!

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  7. The words never ever go away, do they? Sometimes we just need a break. Of course, I take way too many of those, lol!

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  8. HA! I love how you tricked your friend. I think we need to talk Jared Leto's ear off next month.
    And I didn't know that English was your second language! I wish I was bilingual. I have Rosetta Stone for my kids hoping they will be one day. My good friend lives in Spain with her Spanish hubby and her kids talk to her hubby in Spanish and her in English. It's awesome.
    Do your kids speak Spanish and English?
    And do kids write notes like that like we used to? Or do they just text?
    See, now I can't shut up. :)

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  9. LOL, I loved this post. I was a little chatterbox when I was younger, but now I think I've become more of a watcher, a listener, absorbing what's going on around me like a sponge.

    I was a crazy note writer, too, but it was a lot of quizzes my friends and I passed back and forth.

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  10. Awww. Great story! I totally did the paper folding notes but my BFF and I moved on to a whole notebook. Great times!

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  11. Dude. I would have loved to be your BFF in school - we could have knocked each other out with the sheer weight and volume of our epic notes to one another!

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  12. That story was awesome and I totally pictured chatterbox teen you saying that a mile a minute. My notes were also 10 pages long but I never passed them in class because I was THAT GIRL who had to follow the rules. My friends kind of hated it because they'd pass me a note and I'd stuff it in my backpack.

    I'm the opposite, super shy in real life. Joking with my friends involved elaborate practical jokes instead. (BTW, easiest ever: Rub some Ambesol onto someone's toothbrush.)

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  13. "And finally one day I realized that maybe I had something with this writing thing."

    So yeah. I can tell you first hand that you WAY more than maybe have something with this writing thing <3

    You're amazing--and your words will come back, C. Don't worry.

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  14. That's great. I was shy as a kid. Still am. My love of writing has come from the love of reading, not talking. But it's great you never run out of ideas.

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  15. 10 pages? Wow. I thought I wrote long letters, but they were one page front and back. We had these pretend names, too, in case anyone found them. (And because we wanted to have cooler names.) Fun times. So glad you've continued with your love of writing!

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  16. LOL! I can see you as a girl tossing notes across the classroom. Awesome! Writing is an excellent outlet for such creativity and I'm really glad you found it. I can't wait to pick up your book off the shelf of B&N someday!

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  17. Nooooooooo!!! You mustn't stop!!!!!!!!! You're too amazing - don't stop!!! Words are our friends!! Take care
    x

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  18. Everyone needs a break from time to time! Your words are still there! Perhaps the chatterbox thing is why we get along. My Dad *often* tells me that he couldn't wait for me to start talking...but then I never shut up.

    Pfft. I have no idea what he's talking about. *examines nails*

    *Hugs* Keep your chin up, Chica!

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  19. You and me, C, we would've made up the best stories on the playground. And people would have looked at us like we were crazy, and let's face it we were, and we still are, and I love fragments (not run-ons though) and I really love that I feel like I have known you for years and years. And I love when you open up about things, and I wish I was even 1/4 as brilliant as you are.

    AND THEN YOU HAVE THAT LAST SENTENCE, "But this week," WTF IS THAT SHIT ABOUT.

    I expect a text, ASAP.

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  20. It sounds pretty crowded up there. Which is a good thing.

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  21. Loved this post! I totally remember writing those private notes to my best friend as a teen. You memory made me smile as I reminised.

    I also loved how you worded this-"When most every other dream died except the ones that truly mattered." Stunning.

    I am so glad you never run out of things to say because your viewpoint is so orginal and fun to read. You are a great writer.

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  22. Likewise glad that you don't run out of things to say; I sometimes do. You and I have had this conversation, in reference to my child's ceaseless chatter, and your POV on it has made me stop and think several times over the past couple weeks. So thank you. :>

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  23. I often run out of things to say. I find myself lapsing into long silences instead. This happens in my writing as well! Booo! You are so lucky you don't have this problem. I need some of your creativity to rub off on me!

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  24. LOVE this!! My lil sis was a talker... it's good for the soul methinks. Dream on!

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  25. I was a major chatter box, too! And I mumbled so that nobody understood me. Paybacks a beach too, cause now I have ten yr old who speed-mumbles! I

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  26. I maybe don't talk quite as much as that, but I hear you on the words in your head that ZOMG HAVE TO GET OUT!

    Sometimes, though, I read something that

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  27. HAHAHA! I love the ending of this post. Yeah, I can totally talk people's ears off too. And their legs and arms and heads and stuff probably. :)

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  28. You are a great yarn teller, AND leg puller!

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  29. Just this morning I was talking to one of my coworkers and when I paused our other coworker jumped in and asked, "So when do you breathe?"

    In my defense, I was freshly caffeinated.

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