For about a year, I really enjoyed writing on Post-It notes. I still like them because they’re really good for organizing and bla bla bla, but I had a sortof romantic, honeymoon-like creative period with Post-It notes for a while there. I would come home late at night from practice, unwind a bit, and then sit down to think with some Sharpie markers and a variety of Post-It notes near by. The notes I liked went into this sketchbook, and the ones I didn’t like ended up in the trash. The ones I thought other people might like, I posted on Instagram and Facebook, and a handful of people thought they were cool or interesting or funny maybe. Interestingly, my enjoyment of the project wasn’t really affected by whether other people liked it or not, so I kept going. Eventually, I wound up with this whole sketchbook full, and I titled it,
All The Things She Couldn’t Say
A Novel in Poetry on Post-It Notes via Instagram
Maybe That’s All There Is To It
If at this point you think I have an unhealthy relationship with font sizes, you are correct. At least half of what I liked about this project was the simple pleasure of writing on bright pieces of paper with a dark marker. Ultra. Fucking. Satisfying.
Eventually the Post-It note thing played out for me, so I closed the sketch book and set it aside for six months or so, and then one day I decided to just post that shit. I’ve spent enough years in writing classes that I have overwhelming guilt about sharing, posting or publishing anything with out painfully laboring over multiple revisions, but I am also angry enough about the time I spent in school to disregard my teachers’ good advice. As I scanned all the pages in a fit of determination, I skipped maybe one page that just wasn’t working for me. A couple more pages got cut in the posting process for the same reason. The rest is below, with commentary, which you can choose to read or not.
- Poems. Free. Questionable Quality.
- Who is this “she” anyway?
- Always the Same Cowboy
- The trouble with being yourself…
- And then it got weird.
- How you feel is not who you are.
- Maybe when I’m older…
- Truth and fear.
- On Knowing Nothing
- writer rage
- suspect fuel
- guilt, pleasure, love and transcendence
- This isn’t a very good post, but at least it’s honest.
- You will think it is us.
- More Mistakes
- Or whatever.
- Change yourself, change the world.
- Bring it up for air.
- I’m not interesting or important, and neither are you.
- when sadness enters a room
- rejecting beauty
- rejecting compulsory girlhood
- on happiness and beauty
- I have strong feelings about this page...
- Exactly what it says.
- Trying too hard.
- Bad Advice Party
- The Finale