INCARNATIONS: HIGH SCHOOL INDEX
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Looking back on my teenage years, I have to
say they really weren't all that bad. Oh, sure, I was afflicted with the
same sorts of problems that any smart, sardonic, a more than a little
dweebish teen has: The craving for acceptance from the largely
ambivalent popular clique, the unrequited crush on a girl who
consistently played the "let's be friends" card, despite (or,
I suspect now, at least partially because of) my unceasing attempts to
win her over, and of course, the Three "A"s: Angst, Acne,
Be that as it may, I was also blessed with
a clan of good, good friends, who supported me through some awkward
times (and I returned the favor as well), and the benefit of a school,
and teachers, that allowed my intellect free range -- something you
don't always get in the high school years. And I also had one other
thing: the growing realization that I wanted to be a writer. Unlike so
many of my friends, who faced the future with only a vague idea of what
they wanted to do, I had a plan -- not a very good one, to be sure (The
Plan: Become a writer, write the Great American Novel, retire at age
25), but it was something.
What we have here are a few bits of my
early writing. I don't know that I would call this stuff here good
writing (I thought so at the time, of course, but now my self-critical
faculties are somewhat more developed), but I think it could be worse,
and in any event, the hallmarks of my writing style (the humor, the edge
of sentimentality, the facile ability, bordering on glibness) are
already there. I enjoy reading this early stuff, because I see a direct
line from it to what I write today; For better or worse, my writing
style seemed hard-wired in from the beginning.
Most of this stuff was written my senior
year of high school, which was 1987. Yep, I'm getting on up there. The
picture at the left, by the way, is the one on my high school yearbook
page (small school. We each got a page).
what we have so far -- I may add more as time goes on.
-- A science fiction mystery story I began in high school and
finished in college. It's got the usual stuff: spaceships, murders, a
wisecracking hero, and a tough-as-nails dame. Man, I'm so cliché I
could kill myself.
The Statue --
A man finds a statue of a nude guy in his front yard. Hilarious Hi-Jinx
ensue! I call this one my "sitcom story." Read it and discover
Excursion -- The way I figure it, every teenage boy should write
an overly-ambitious song cycle about the numbing influence of the
suburbs on three generations of Americans. Here's mine.
Chapel Talk --
Each senior in my high school gave a speech to the entire school on
whatever subject he or she chose. This is what I chose.
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