writtenontheroyal

I decided today I need to travel more. I need to get out of the place I live in because I’m not really happy here. I need to see the world, so I am going to make a goal to take one trip to somewhere, anywhere – a year. I’ll go, even if I have to go alone. A part of me wants to go alone anyway. I want to develop a resolve within myself, a confidence I feel I am lacking. I have always been self-sufficient but there is something inside me that feels weak, secondary, cast aside.

I sat in a car looking at the ocean last night. It was dark and I was distracting myself from talking about what really matters with searching for a song to play on the stereo… I came across the live recording of a show I played some four years ago and listened.

‘This was me before I moved to California, before I moved here to Rhode Island,’ I said. Looking away into the grey of the fog. My eyes searched for the peaks of the Newport bridge and the tiny, circular lights that illuminate them. ‘I don’t sing anymore’.

My friend, who was sitting next to me, turned and said ‘Where did she go? This girl, she’s all locked up inside and she never comes out any more.’

I didn’t look at him because I knew he was right. I used to be fearless, determined, and sometimes a little out-of-control, but I did things. I went out and did things. Now, now I am settled here with a job, in school, half as happy as I was when I had less plans in motion. Maybe it’s the waiting, the waiting to finish school, to quit the job I loathe, to walk away from this place that has turned me into something I never wanted to be… weak… secondary.

In the same moment as I felt the sting of his statement and I looked out into the dark of the evening, I resolved to find that young girl singing those solemn, melodic songs and remind myself that she is still a part of me, alive and living well.

Hey everyone,

I am putting together a zine for female writers, artists, photographers etc. Many women out there manage crazy balancing acts of work, school, children etc without ever forgetting to be creative. I want to give those types of women a place to show their talents.

If this sounds like you and you’d like your work to be part of this collection, please email me. Contact me first via this website.

Once we have spoken through email I will ask for submissions. They should be: Short fiction, Creative Non-Fiction, poetry, essays.

This zine is the first of several projects I am working on this summer. If all pans out, it is possible that work will be featured in an up-and-coming web-magazine.

I only have so many contacts via Myspace, so if you know anyone within your Myspace of Facebook friends lists that might be interested – pass the info along. The more submissions the better.

trey@writtenontheroyal.com

Thanks!
Terri

Margalo, titled after E.B. White’s avian heroine in Stuart Little, is a zine created and edited by E. Lee exclusively to give the women writers of RIC a place to share their creativity. E was in a class I took this semester (the same class that coincidentally, or maybe not so much – haha, that we both dropped) and emailed me a few months ago asking if I would like to be a part of something creative for women. How awesome is that?

So Goal #8 on the list over there ——> 43 things is complete. Though it is not from a fancy-schmancy publisher (which isn’t something I was concerned with anyway), I have been published. :) Good enough for me.

I think I am going to put together my own literary zine this coming school year. It’s a tradition that needs to be kept up.