AKA: something not to forget to post until August. I made the mistake of only making my account on this site late in the summer. I hope the order of these posts doesn’t throw anyone off, and I apologise for my constant scatterbrainedness.
First off, I just read a bunch of posts and people’s comments on posts and it’s so nice seeing so much positivity on here. I’m already getting excited to be back at school [/lame].
So I’ve spoken briefly about the works that I read that I clung to emotionally and couldn’t get out of my head for 1-2 months, and I feel like now’s the time to start talking about the grueling process of writing.
So, on the last post, I gave you all a rundown of the behemoth of writing I’d have to go through this summer. Luckily for me, I’m interested enough in these writers that I was able to do my research while in waiting rooms, while at a linguistics conference in Texas, and while at family gatherings. I’m not sure if it’s really strong consistency or if I just have a really poor sense of judgement, but it’s stopped me from having to cram several poems and a novel into the last week of my summer like we all did in high school.
My responses to the works I delved into fell into two categories: appreciation and admiration. The reason I chose writers who were active during the period between the two World Wars is that these people were going through a ridiculous amount of hardship, having gone through the Great Depression and a World War with another one on the winds. I’ve always loved researching the early 20th century, and as often as people cite negative activity happening in the early 21st century, I was hoping that I could draw connections to problems I’m seeing and experiencing nearly 100 years later.