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October 5, 2010

Angsty Lindsay rides again

Filed under: Personal — Tags: , , — llcall @ 11:59 pm

I mentioned Vickie recently and now again today, because I had already been writing this post long before the other.  We met in grad school, so relatively speaking we’ve known each other for a short time.  We’ve definitely gotten close, and I would say she pretty much knows all my comings and goings, hopes and anxieties over the last three years.  But honestly, there’s a lot of past (20+ years) that we don’t know about each other.  I tend to want to get someone’s whole story the minute we meet, but in the busyness of grad school and theses and teaching and moving (her, not me), Vickie and I never had those hours-long, often late-night conversations about our past lives.  And despite my usual preference, it has turned out to be quite fun to learn about each others’ history in bits and pieces.

Like when I occasionally get a comment like this from her on a blog post:

Can I also just say I never thought you’d use the word “pimping” in your blog? I love how you always keep me on my toes. When will I ever plumb the depths of your glorious and intriguing personality? (I hope never!)

It’s kind of fun to surprise someone, even if it’s just by using the word “pimping.”  Since she is one of my devoted blog readers and continual commenters, I sometimes even find myself thinking about what I can post that she won’t be expecting.

So I decided a few months ago that while I was in California (where I will have minimal internet access), I would post some of my old poetry and creative writing.  And then what do you know, I learned last week that Vickie has a love of poetry and even started an underground poetry club at BYU.  I have notebooks full of bad poetry and mediocre short stories (doesn’t everyone who was ever an angsty teenager?!) and although most of them will never see the light of day, it’s probably healthy to bust some out every so often.  There’s a certain rush to feeling vulnerable and exposed, don’t you think?  So check back and I’ll let you in on my past a little piece at a time (when the internet cooperates . . . seriously, how do my parents live with such crummy computers!!).

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10 Comments »

  1. I can’t wait. My own angsty attempts at creative writing could provide enough material for several Twilight sequels.

    Comment by Jen Hull — October 6, 2010 @ 12:40 am

  2. !!!Can’t wait!!! And guess what? One of these weeks there will be a short poem accompanying my tree pics post. We’re so on the same wavelength!

    I’m sad we’ve never gotten to have a lot of late night talks either . . . we need to go to NCFR together again or have a slumber party next time I’m in Utah or something!

    Comment by Vickie Blanchard — October 6, 2010 @ 12:44 am

  3. I heard your early poetry is quite good, actually. (from an unknown source of course. 😉

    Comment by Audrey — October 6, 2010 @ 1:18 am

    • I’m actually really curious who has both read and liked my early poetry…I can’t think who this unknown source could be!

      Comment by llcall — October 7, 2010 @ 12:24 am

  4. Hehehe. I am excited to read what you’ve written. I love me some angst.

    Comment by Jenn — October 6, 2010 @ 2:58 am

  5. So I realized this week that I am a really good control freak… so I think that means that I don’t like to share my written angst… I guess that is sad, huh? But I am excited to read yours.

    Comment by Rachel — October 6, 2010 @ 1:39 pm

    • I totally understand and don’t judge you for it, but as my friend Jenn said above, I love me some angst…so if you ever feel so inclined, I’ll be waiting 😉

      Comment by llcall — October 7, 2010 @ 12:24 am

  6. so, i miss my daughter. you need to post some pictures of her in the next post i think. Or i will start posting my angsty poetry on your blog, completely ruining everything that is right and good about this project.

    Comment by neal — October 6, 2010 @ 3:25 pm

    • Angst, you? As if…

      Comment by llcall — October 7, 2010 @ 12:23 am

  7. I miss your daughter too…oh…this post was about poetry and angst and…oh…I have no poetry to post…but can I still get in on the pics of your daughter!!!

    Comment by holly — October 7, 2010 @ 2:09 pm


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