five thousand shades of blue
Friday, January 04, 2002
Vividly I remember being a teenager, eyes bright, with countless possibilities before me, filled with boundless energy and optimism.
I will visit every continent by the age of 30! I will redefine the modern art movement with my homage to realism by portraying scenes of daily life! I will be an inspiration to millions with my brilliant debut novel!
It somehow seems inconceivable now that anything that outrageous would have ever been possible. Don't get me wrong -- this tiny insight into realism hasn't reduced me to a quivering mass in the corner of my bedroom. It's just reality, a little sad, but, well, realistic. Fact: I will probably never make it to Africa, Asia, Australia or Antarctica (South America is looking grim, and that's the closest one). Fact: I am nowhere near redefining an art movement. Fact: my
blog entries are barely amusing or brilliant enough to keep friends reading, let alone sustaining an entire novel.
Hi, my name is Sandra, and I'll be your wet blanket today.
[grin]
is
this just not enough…?
