When I was out and about over the weekend to get my hair done (looks AWESOME, by the way — my stylist ROCKS), I took with me a notebook I hadn’t opened in ages. I used it a bit for journaling (or trying to get into the habit of) for a year or so before things blew up, general note-taking a time or two at the Job That Unceremoniously Ended Without Notice, and once things had in fact blown up, I used it a lot during the writers’ group at the women’s day shelter where I spent a lot of my time.
I miss that group.
I think tonight I’ll post the results from another writing exercise.
You may have noticed I didn’t post yesterday. I didn’t do much of anything yesterday except read. And much of what I read yesterday was fan fiction. So to catch up Day 59, I think I’ll make fanfic my topic.
Every now and then I wonder how my life might have turned out if, somewhere along the line, some counselor at either my high school or the university had said, “Since your SAT scores are terrific in both math and English, let’s look in both directions — have you ever considered writing or editing or something related like library science?” Because it never occurred to me there was anything to do with a degree related to language or literature beyond being a teacher, and at 18, it was a profession I wouldn’t have touched with a 10-foot pole.
NOT because I have anything against teaching or teachers, heavens, no! I didn’t feel I had the patience, and that I would therefore be a bad teacher. And if I couldn’t do it well, I should stay away from it.
So instead I became…a math major.
Go ahead, ask me what I thought I was going to do for a living with a math major.
Still no plan. I was thinking I might start with the Proust Questionnaire, but I haven’t read through the three versions carefully enough to put together a master list, if you will. It’s also just occurred to me that I might want to combine some of the questions: I see no reason why the quality I admire most in a man might not be the same quality I admire most in a woman, so the whole assumed gender binary bit of it could go bye-bye without being much of a loss, it seems to me.
But I take it you see what I mean about wanting to go through all the versions in detail. That comment popped into my head after glancing at the 35-question version for less than a second.
There must be…50 Days to write some blog posts…
Still noodling about the Proust Questionnaire. Of which I’ve found three iterations: a 15-question version he answered at age 13; a 31-question version he took at age 20, which has some questions in common with the shorter one, but not all — that is, the 31 questions aren’t the “original” 15 plus a new bunch; and a 35-question version that combines most if not all of the other two forms less what might be considered “soft” questions, e.g., favorite color, favorite flower, etc.
None of them are the exact list Bowie answered (that being what kicked off this whole questionnaire thing, as you may recall).