Y'know, at every end of season there's a sale right?
Yeah. Any way, not to be random, but if you want to judge a person on their neatness, you should look at how they keep their files.
Particularly writers.
It's been so long since I've actually had to free up space on my files (I mean to computer ones, I couldn't be bothered with the paper ones) and I'm shocked the the junk accumulated in it. They mostly comprise of half-written or started projects which I did one one merry day, saved it, and proceed to forget about.
I am so pathetic, I can't even bring myself to delete a single file, even if it is the epitome of bad writing.
You want an example?
Wait...lemme dig.
AH! I found it! Here's a solitary stanza left alone since...November 26 2007. My God, that's nearly one year. It goes by the lovely name that sums it up: newpoem. Nope, not kidding.
Now let's look at the contents. Be prepared for nausea, disgust, self-inflicted injuries, phsycological trauma and profanities flying from your mouth as you curse this poem.
What was new, is now old
Fire’s passion long gone cold
Smiling we met,
scowling we depart
One whole with separate hearts
What's wrong:
1) CLICHES ABOUND!!!!
2) Really bad rhyme. Predictable.
3) No punctuation. Seriously, was I trying to emulate T.S. Elliot's writing style?
4) No poetic devices save for rhyme
5) Grammar
6) No flow?
7) I don't think I want to continue for fear of pulverising my already fragile ego.
8) Fcking exaggerations.
That's why I don't dare to write poetry anymore....
THAT'S IT. DELETE IT, CHANEL.
*finger clicks on file*
*poises on the DELETE button*
*hesitates*
...
*bursts out into tears*
I CAN'T WATCH!!!
Must...look...away...
*deletes it anyway*
My heart aches alot. It is as if I have lost a dear friend of mind to the mindless, mechanical evil thing of doom called the delete button. Farewell, my comrade! May we never meet in inspiration again lest I have to send you to your demise!
What a load of melodrama over deleting a file. I still have 471 files and 40 folders to go through.
Sigh. One day one file. It's too painful. I shall eat chocolate and procrastinate.
