(auto)biography
about the author
Twenty year-old English/Creative Writing Major (Film Minor) who finds it easiest to describe ones self with song lyrics. I’ll abstain though from quoting lyrics, from making this inherently more pretentious than an “about me” section can be. I can be described as a gradual extrovert, as someone growing a backbone, as someone who sees the pro’s and cons of her single-sex education. I am a Writing Center Tutor at my university which has sparked my new interest in becoming a high-school English teacher (when I grow up.) I am someone who loves live music, long drives, sleeping with the TV on, and sleeping in the arms of my boyfriend.
bookunfinished
The title comes from a lesser known Iron & Wine song called “A Book Unfinished.”
“Blind man found a baby, and the virgin kissed a man
From the farmland proven fertile since the rain returned again
But you returned the book unfinished to your friend around the bend
Who had scribed a closing passage but you never reached the end”
I chose the title not only for the metaphorical meaning, that life to me is always this big book being written, but for the fact that Iron & Wine (or, Sam Beam) is the only artist I have ever felt such a deep connection to, as if we perceive the world in a similar way. The way he writes songs, the imagery he uses, is the way I want to write poems. I plan on getting a tattoo soon of a cradle, with the italicized part of the line (from “Upward, Over the Mountain”), “Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to.”
boyfriend
the “how we met” story isn’t too cute or quirky, so I’ll save it for another time. Suffice it to say, I struck gold on my first try (so to speak) and found my soul-mate and best-friend in a beautiful guitar-playing boy. Most of the time we are separated by state lines, mountains, and hours of interstate. Next year he plans to move up to Roanoke to keep me company while I finish out my last year as a college student, then we’ll move to Baltimore and begin our lives together.
characters herein:
Z. – boyfriend
E. – younger brother
K. – best friend (from Baltimore) who is currently in Estonia studying abroad
El. – closest friend at Hollins
D. – boyfriend’s best friend, bassist in their band
M. – ex-bf turned semi-decent friend.
the ubiquitous “them” of whom I often bitch about – two of my closest friends who wound up disowning me over my boyfriend, and attempting to make my remaining years here hell, while of course making themselves look like whining middle-schoolers in the process.
password?
i’ve password-protected some entries, but not for the sense of privacy that passwords give. i got way too addicted to the filtering system of livejournal, and i think now that if i’ve got something to say on the internet, it ought to be something that anyone can read. i’ve passworded certain entries only because they contain original drafts of poems or screenplay ideas, and because (i’m not sure if this is true, but) i’ve heard that posting your work publicly on your blog can lead to copyright issues. that said, if you’re interested in obtaining the password, please drop me a line: bookunfinished at gmail dot com, and just give me a sense of who you are and why you want to read my original work.
if given the password, please adhere to copyright law and common decency; don’t copy my work, don’t publish it anywhere else without explicit permission and proper accreditation, thanks.
