I suppose I should have mentioned in my last post that I would be unable to post a frequently as I had been due to that fact that all of my writing efforts would soon be funneled into my emerging book.  So to make up for that a little bit, today’s post will be an except from my novel.  Just to give you a little insight, Penelope is the main character and she’s just gone off to college.  She’s missing her best friend an awful lot and just sits around feeling low and kind of whiny.

      I went off to Seattle to attend college, not sure of what I wanted to do but wanting to go north and I liked the weather there.  I miss Summer so much after I left.  She had stayed kind of close to home, about an hour away, and began getting an art degree.  I spent the first two months of school feeling depressed and seriously considering transferring to be close to Summer.  I still had not admitted to myself that I was in love, I just knew that I wanted to be by her side.  My dorm roommate on the other hand was almost never in the room.  She had joined many clubs and one night, after coming home to me eating popcorn and watching musicals for the third night in a row, she informed me that she wasn’t going to let this happen.  I owe the success of my first year of college (at least socially) to Alyssa.  She forced me out of that room and to the group meeting board, told me that I had to pick out three and she would attend them with me, at least the first time.  I chose the LGBTQA club, the art club and the multicultural club. 

We’ll begin with my first meeting to the art club.  I happened to go on a day when most of the members were collaborating on a painting with another member, two person teams, if you will.  I showed up, with Alyssa, but they didn’t have any extra canvases (made sense since we were newcomers), so they split us up and put us with two people that didn’t have partners.  This being the first club that we decided to go to, I was not sold on this whole, adventuring out of my room thing yet.  Then I got paired with a guy wearing a chicken costume.  I cautiously approached him, afraid he might cluck at me, and saw, with a moment of “what the heck“, that he had markers and brushes strapped to the toes of the chicken feet.  As I watched, he lifted one clawed foot and dipped the attached brushes into carefully arranged paint buckets.  Then he set off across the canvas with his hands tucked into his arm pits and elbows flapping, while his feet shuffled their way along like someone trying to wipe mud on a door mat.  He was actually walking and clucking like a chicken across the canvas.  I waited until he needed to reload his brushes, then introduced myself, telling him that I would be his collaboration partner.  He raised his beaked face at me and screamed, “DON’T INTERRUPT MY METHOD!!!!”  That was the precise moment that I figured out that the art club was not for me…

About torntreasure

I'm a 32 year writer and optician. I am loud and out-spoken and I do not lie or sugar coat things. I love to write; I love to read. I like eyeballs. I want to be an artist. I want to paint the world with my words and make you glasses so you can see it! Ha ha!

One response to “Mid-Nano

  1. Ra'jinn-Dar

    This one is here to tell you perhaps you use the word “that” when it could not and should not be used. Besides the matter of the word “that”, this one would like to see where the story goes.

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