Hmm...

Went for a French study class today. It was pouring down, absolutely miserable weather, and I'd been in too much of a rush to get breakfast, and when I finally got to school at nine no-one was there. So I went over to the Holiday Programme, in case someone was there who couldtell me where to go- I was actually thinking of Meg. However Debbie turned out to be there instead, along with Jaime and Rachel Hunter- no, not the one who married Rod Stewart, the other one. Anyway, Debbie laughed at me (I must actually have been a pretty comic sight, wrapped up in three layers and a beanie under my hoodie) and told me study classes didn't start till ten.

HEADDESK.

Anyway, I stuck around with the Holiday kids for a while, helped them decorate kite and then watched Debbie play a very energetic game of Simon Says with them, which was, you know, hilarious, as Debbie is like an Energiser battery- she just keeps going, and going, and... ;) Anyway, she's the only one who could possibly keep up with twelve kids aged between eight and 12...

And then I went to French and mucked around in town, and then came home. But on the way I realised that I need writing practice for two things: French and poetry/creative. I need to do it daily, really, and since I'm a total feedback whore I lose all those damn stupid pieces of paper I keep writing on, and I would like to keep them somewhere accessible other than a PC (because I'm moving, mostly)... So, would it annoy you all if I chucked a poem a day up here? Or some other piece of creative writing? (I'm hoping it will expand into actual stories, too.)  Or, alternatively, should I get a creative journal- this would actually serve two purposes, because I could stuff all my stupid icons and things up there-?  And if I did, what shoudl I call it?

le_camion_rouge is cool. Or, mm, carnet_feuilles_rouges, except I don't think that says what I want it to say (which is red notebook pages. The pages are red, not the notebook. The words are all there...) Or I could just go feuilles_rouges, which means red leaves. (It's a pun, too. Red leaves, as in autumn, and read leaves, as in pages. Hee.) Although, you know, journal titles in French are so pretentious... :D And you know I've already got one.

So, opinions requested. :D

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So, in honour of my recent resolution to write every day... A poem! This one's been stewing for about two days. And it's for sixth_light in honour of the french, and for Dymocks bookstore in honour of the armchairs. (h)

( meditations in whitcoulls )