Sunday, March 14, 2010

... With One Exception

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Poems. So wonderful ... as long as they were recited by others. By myself? Two words: not good! My genes completely fail when it comes to rhythm and rhyme and pace and intonation, on everything more pretentious than "Max & Moritz" by Wilhelm Busch.

No need to explain that my desperate teenager-me never doodled meaningful poems in her notebooks, I preferred psychedelic grafic-designs. *g* When I wrote something then real stories!

Well, with one exception! At the age of 20 I did some kind of poem.

  • Occasion 1: Obviously this was so unique, that my very first thought after starting the blog was this poem.
  • Occasion 2: Unbelievably the piece of paper has survived for 14 years and several relocations.
  • Occasion 3: Surprisingly the successful search for the piece of paper took only 20 minutes.
So, here is the legacy that seemed to have waited for so long to get published. Oh btw, I had to tweak the lines for the English version a bit:

Saturday, March 06, 2010

What Am I Here For?

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Do you remember the time when you were a child, how easy it was to say "Once I'm grown up, I want to be a pilot!", "...an astronaut!", "...a veterinary!" - and how real?
Fact became possibility. Possibility became dream. And a decade later, when you woke up to a new reality, the dream has just faded away ... including my own. I can't even tell, what exactly I wanted to be when I was a child. And nobody else knows, because nobody is alive I could ask. That's nothing to be sad about, that's live!

But there is one thing quite constant in my head: "One day I want to be an author!"

Quite pathetic when it comes to my writing history. Sure, I wrote some little articles for school magazines and my teachers loved my little essays, but that's nothing! Nothing compared to all those famous authors, who had started to write their first stories at a very young age and had continued over years and years ... but even now, there is hope left, there are those exceptional writers, who had one brilliant idea, that made all the trick and made them bestseller-authors.

So, what am I here for? What is this all about? It took a while to figure it out:
Obviously, there are some fantastic images in my head. Some beautiful became alive in my travel-journals. Some weird found their way into my dream-diary. Some funny just busted out while composing my emails. And astonishingly my readers seemed to like them!
To come to my conclusion: Until it's the right time for me to get published, I want to get public, at least!

A blog is quite the right platform, isn't it? Well then, go ahead, read my lines, hopefully have some fun and, please, don't hesitate to comment on them!

Lots of love


Nofri