(Un)Creative Writing

This morning, upon waking to some static-laden country music from my radio, I sprinted down the hall to the bathroom. Inside, I found more people than I had ever seen in there. I looked around eagerly, and locked eyes with one of my hall-mates. He gave me an approving nod, knowing full well my frame of my mind without needing verbal communication (as my sociology professor would say, we had no issues with our interpretive screens). I ran back to my room, grabbed my towel, and showered. In warm water.

That's right. The water was warm, and as I said, I needed to take advantage of that. And I did. Now what to say, what to say.

Last night, I attended a poetry and rhythm event, in which three different professors (two from Cornell and one from GWU) shared songs, short stories, novel excerpts, and poems set to music. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and it inspired me to take creative writing next semester. Which brings me to my topic: creative writing. Lots of people take creative writing. So many in fact that there are about 10 sections of it. Of these people, some can write creatively, and go on to do great things (Toni Morrison anyone? Although I'm sure the graduate level creative writing is different); others are not so talented and the only aspect of the course that they are taking advantage of is the "writing" part. Speaking of which, what on Earth am I talking about? This post is failing, I need to think of something better to say, wouldn't want too much exposition.

Creative writing:
What does it become when one
Is not creative?

I suppose that works. But it's not especially silly now, is it? Maybe if I gave it a funny hat... or a shirt with something funny on it. I wonder if anyone has done that in creative writing... by which I mean having a bad assignment and prettying it up with something silly. Although I suppose making it pink and girly would be the equivalent. Though that would be creative... but I guess that's the point if they're trying to cancel out the blandness of the writing.

Bleh, this post is a failure. I can't think right now, it's about 100 degrees here for some odd reason. Which is rather ironic because now of all days is when the hot water was working. Damn you irony, always out to get me. And I suppose this entire post is ironic if you think about it. Since it's not creative but it's about creative writing. Oh irony.