So My Class Requires Me To Blog...

...And I refuse to create another. So, temporarily, I'll pick up with activities and shit for Creative Non-Fiction. LOL.


9/9 CPE Ch. 3,4

"Memoir is not about "look at me, look at me," at least not when done well. Instead it is about trying to understand vexing mysteries of human existence."

I found this quote appealing for what are likely self-centered reasons. I went through a period during which I only read memoirs and autobiographical writings, and I enjoyed them so much because found them to reveal so many truths about life.

"...metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space..."

Aha, this has summarized even the basic importance of a metaphor. This is so true, and emphasizes that metaphors should not be under-estimated. I have always appreciated a good metaphor, and some people get them right every time.

p. 18 exercise -> gesture

I always knew when he was upset, always before he knew how obvious it was. The creases in his 28-year-old skin instantly sunk deeper into his pale, reddening face as his nerves began to race. He never looked at me, but instead, always at something between my feet. Occasionally his eyes would flicker and try to look at mine, but they never stayed fixed there for more than a second. Between blades of blonde hair, his forehead rolled together as he parted his lips, perhaps half an inch, as if the two parts were connected.  And god was he fidgety. He'd cross his legs and bounce his right foot, causing the whole of his long, skinny body to undulate rapidly with it.