Saturday, October 17, 2009
On nights like tonight, I'm actively reminded why I'm meant to be a writer. Right now, I'm in the middle of writing an analytical paper for my art history class, and it dawned on me. I feel like Caroline Queen from Sarah Dessen's The Truth About Forever. She majored in art history and spends a great deal of her interactions with Wes trying to decipher the so-called Greater Meaning behind his works, using fancy terms and symbolic meaning to psychoanalyze him and his underlying values. That's basically what I'm doing right now, except, get this: I'm writing a paper about a Tampax ad. Yes, 750-1000 words on an ad about tampons. And so far I've got almost 600 words about allegory and symbolism and color and composition and it's just incredible, really, that anyone can do this for a living. But I'm chugging along. Maybe I'll write about something more interesting next time I have a paper for that class. Who knows. Anyone ever have those kind of moments, where you stop and catch yourself doing something and laugh? I'm interested to hear.