Found this little essay I made October 2011 when I attended a Writer’s Workshop, as always, trying to improve my talents to please all of you even more.
The essay was titled “Me” and was, let me see how I can put it, was listened to by two English Professors, one from a highly rated as a top private small college of the south by U.S. News and World Report. After I finished reading my masterpiece, he clapped, surprising the other lady professor from a community college. I was shocked! The next lady doing her reading said that she was not sure she could measure up to mine. What! I was elated beyond description.
We were supposed to describe a moment and include details so others could picture themselves as being there with me. Here it goes.
“It is bright, sun filtering through the windows looking at my lush green outside garden. Sitting on my sofa with a quilt over it for comfortable texture. Computer on my lap, ugly-looking glasses on my face showing that I am making an attempt to produce an intelligent piece of work for my blog.
There is my favorite drink next to me, a glass of water and I am wearing socks because I am always cold, even though I am wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt.
No makeup, hair all over the place and my eyesight staring at the wall.
There is a slight smile on my face because I am thinking… something gotta give, need to write something or else.”
Had to share. Of course, the picture is a selfie taken a few minutes ago, while the heat is on and I am freezing in my apartment. Glass of water is in the kitchen, because I couldn’t find a table to put it next to the chair. But hopefully you catch the drift.
Well…another day of 2014 drifting by…
Your Happy Contessa
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” Ernest Hemingway, American writer and journalist. 21 July, 1899 – 2 July 1961.