Juiceless Creativity
my character is a 32 year-old single guy who loves plants and landscaping, but was born of a chronically musically-inclined family. shake (his name... funny name, not to mention his surname is caliwag... shake and wag...) works in a paper recycling company and parts his time with keyboarding jobs in a local cafe. he is a gardening junkie, and he owns a patch of hydrangeas that are sometimes real, sometimes plastic (because they die out occassionally). shake idolizes famous environmentalists like noel cabangon, chinchin gutierrez, and bayang barrios. He graduated from BSU.
hmm...
i actually made this blurb for my short story. let's see how it hypes you up: ---------
Shake perpetually loved plants... He was born with a green thumb, and learned gardening early. Much was his adoration to suburban flora, that he was shattered into pieces when his patch of hydrangeas withered away, slowly and as if inevitably.
He plunged into despair trying to revive his plants, docking a suitable job to pay for his gardening expenses, and meeting his dad's expectation to live up to the family's musical lineage. For the first time, Shake thought he was a bad gardener.
Then, just before Shake finally surrendered his patch of hydrangeas to the will of nature, he learns more about life, its wheel-like shape, and how people reach certain extents trying to be at the top of the wheel. This is Shake's story, how he believed, planned and pushed the pedal to take the upper wheel. He himself must reach certain extents to reconvince himself that he wasn't a bad gardener after all.
so how was it? i crafted it in my "latin american ripoff" way. i mean, this is not supposed to be the franz kafka, paolo choelho best seller novelettes - was just trying to beef up my creative muscles. if you're reading this, can you tag something? be honest, how does the blurb read like?
huff. brain is almost soupy. i might need brain tonics. darn acads, why do they have to be so cruel? first you try to find a solution to one problem and when you do, you realize an entire series of new problems. no, not ellaborating anymore... i'll just spell C-R-E-A-T-I-V-E W-R-I-T-I-N-G...
ughff... headache's crackin my head. im neurotic of next week, piles of things to do, and i dont have to the will power to conquer it. i hope i'll be the nerd that i am. will hope for sheer luck. no more friday the thirteenths...
later...
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