Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Seriously Taken

NOTE:  I want to be a serious writer, and I want to be taken seriously. I do. I really do.

I mean, I think that I really do.

Its just that the words get away from me sometimes and take on a silly life of their own and go bucking off across the page like rodeo broncos, making me sound like the mad woman of Kissimmee Park Road when shes tied to the back of a convulsing horse thats got its doodads tied in a knot.

Thats the problem with being a writer, the words can be unruly and hard to tame.

For example, it wasnt until after I sent this email in response to an invitation sent out by the head of our English department that I questioned my own literary seriousness, dedication, and bronc riding sanity.

Well Howdy Yourself,

While I will not be able to attend the counseling session this evening, I would like to express a concern I have about the lack of a creative writing major at Rollins/Hamilton Holt. As a writer of serious stuff or a serious writer of stuff or a stuff writer of a serious nature, I openly mourn the lack of such a degree. Perhaps "openly mourn" is overstated; more correctly, I quietly grieve.

Seriously, it is something of a conundrum.

While the University of Central Florida, better known as UCF or U Can’t Finish, may have a creative writing major, it is a factory—a soulless, heartless, knowledge factory.

Rollins College, on the other hand, is a lovely brick strewn statement of academic gentility that does not offer a degree in the fine art of the writing of the words. Sheesh! Every assignment that drags me away from my serious word writing is . . . mean . . . in my opinion, of course.

And yet I press on, because my children are nags, and I love walking by the rose garden on my way to Orlando Hall and let’s not forget the bricks.


Linda (Major-Minor) Zern
The Courtyard at Orland Hall
Hamilton Holt Student and Thrill Seeker      

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