Secretly, Lady Lee is one of my favorite bloggers and a friend in my head. Don’t tell her though. Can’t have her throwing herself an Oldgirl parade in her own honor.
I read her blog regularly, even when she writes a novella, though I don’t always comment. Mostly because her entries are always making me think. And then, you know, my head is hurting, and I’m all confused and I just don’t quite make it around to posting a comment. So really, when you put it that way, it is her fault.
Be that as it may, quite some time ago, it must have been around late 2008-ish, Lee posted a series of questions on her blog that she had lifted from someone else’s blog, and I mentioned in her comments (back then I was capable of commenting) that I was going to answer said questions, though I was sure my answers would turn into a novel.
I promise I had every intention of answering them.
But I didn’t.
I read them. And they made me uncomfortable. I started to write, and I didn’t like the way I was sounding; my words a bit too raw, the syntax not nearly symphonic enough for me. So, I just left it alone. Saved my scraps and strings of semi-intelligent self summary in the drafts and ignored it. I thought about it from time to time, figured maybe it would do me some good to answer these questions I had not given myself time to answer, because I did not always want to know the answer. Sometimes I thought it would be a great way to pull me out of the writer’s block I had been experiencing. Other times I feared it would just send me spiraling deeper down into the depression I have been spiraling.
So they sat there.
I am looking at them now; they’re staring back at me from their spot in my drafts, deeply rooted in this five years I’ve been chronicling. I stick my tongue out at them and they don’t blink. I turn away and I can still feel them looking at me and wondering when I will get it together.
Me too, most days.
So, for the lack of anything else to write about (that’s a lie, by the way) today I thought, well, what if I answered them? What’s the worst that could happen?
Today we will find out.
(Answers down below…)
One thought on “The Great Assesment”
Aww man… you make an Oldgirl get the hard lip quiver over here. You know how much I enjoy your writing. I see *crickets* at the mere thought of you enjoying mine. What an honor.
I tell you, that list of questions… I know I've written a good 100 pages in my journal concernng them. And that only scratched the surface. Well worth it though.
But if you dig deep, you'll find something interesting there. I know I did… I know u will too.