Month: August 2005

So, how was the wedding, Christine?

Well, I looked fine in my suit. The shoes looked great and the wedding was very nice.

Were there Macedonian folk dances? Oh, you bet.

Did I dance? Nope.

I only know one traditional dance — the step-kick-step-step-step-step-kick-again dance. And I can’t even get that one right. I kick the wrong way or I mess up the number of steps. I have no Macedonian rhythm. (Note: I am actually quite good at freestyle 80s dancing should the occasion ever arise.)

An early rendition of the step-kick-step-step-step-step-kick-again dance. Mind you, they look a bit out of sync…

So, I did not dance. I hope that my relatives were not too dismayed. They probably have no idea I don’t know how and think I am a stick in the Macedonian mud.

I did enjoy the pig dance however. No wedding is complete without it.

Opa! … oh sorry, I think that’s Greek.

Gotta spie now. Night night.

I took creative writing courses in university. Some people in that class were trying to write novels and a few went on to be real writers.

You had to submit work to get in and I was of the people picked. God knows why, as I could not write a good story story to save my life. I wrote mostly poems and microfiction.

I still have all those typed poems somewhere. I also have all my high school newspapers from the time I was the editor and some sappy-ass stuff I wrote in my twenties.

That stuffs no longer is (very) embarrassing to read. It is now just funny to think about how young I was. (I was also a much better speller and had better grammar then — a fact which I can’t explain.)

I never wanted to be a creative writer, I thought it would be better than an essay course or something with a lot of hard reading. (I did well in school but I budgeted my mental resources.)

So why I am thinking about this? Primarily because I got nothing exciting to talk about today and yet for some reason, I feel I must write about something.

I want to write. But I don’t want to write the kind of stuff I write during the day.

I don’t want to do any hard reading either and I’m not about to research and write an essay.

So, how about a poem for my next post?