Creative Writing—Week One Vignettes

I'm finally writing again, and it only took a class to force me to do it. So for the next couple days if I remember, I'll be posting some of the vignettes or poems I've written for my creative writing class at Dallas Seminary. Here are three of the five writings from the first week of class.


Writing No. 2

Being in love is red and green. Two ends of the same color wheel, perfectly complimenting one another. Sweet and sour. Love is kind of like taking care of your teeth. Sometimes it can be a real pain in the gums; sometimes there’s a little blood shed as the floss forces its way into those hard-to-reach places as you learn to live unselfishly with another human being. Sometimes love burns a little not unlike rinsing; but when you get done, you’re left with a peppermint-fresh taste and a little bit brighter soul.

Writing No. 3

She’s not my cat. Supposedly. I don’t even like cats, to be honest; they make me sneeze. Still, somehow I got suckered into living with a dumb, fat cat. Only Whitney Williams could do this to me. She’s dangerous … like fire. I may be 23, but I’m still a boy and boys like fire. Fire is beautiful. Fire is intriguing. Fire is dangerous. That woman, she’s like fire: beautiful, intriguing and dangerous. I think she’s out to kill me, why else would she trick me into having a cat? She makes me smile by smiling and cry by crying. She’s the only person in this world for whom I would willingly scoop cat litter.

Writing No. 4

Any word, when you say it enough times, loses its meaning. Write, write, write, write, write. It works on a piece of paper too. Write. See? Now it’s just a bunch of squiggles, curves and lines. And a dot, but I think that’s actually called a tittle. Write, write, write. Now that the word looks meaningless, it reminds me of a road in Hawaii going to a little town called Hana. That road is full twists and turns, not unlike the process of writing—both of which we do hoping to catch a glimpse of something beautiful.

- Caleb Williams

Digital nomads

If someone were to challenge me to sum up my generation in one word I think it would be "nomad." Webster's defines 'nomad' as "a member of a people who have no fixed residence but move from place to place usually seasonally and within a well-defined territory." While the word carries certain connotations of bedouin and gypsy lifestyles it actually is a very elegant description of 21st century America.

We roam, not across deserts and countryside, but across information and relationships. This thought really struck me the other day as I was at the grocery store buying avocados to make guacamole to accompany a healthy plate of tilapia tacos. I was in the store squeezing the awkward green fruit, trying to find two that met my guacamole needs when something caught my eye. In the corner, next to the bell peppers--which, of course are really peppers--and the habaneros was a young woman, older than me but younger than 30, wearing headphones in one ear and a bluetooth headset in the other ear.

I have to admit, the first thought that came to my mind was: Why didn't I think of that? The second though was somewhat sobering. We live in a world where we can be completely caught up in our little spheres of influence, unwilling to move or to be moved by anything outside. We can get so segregated from the world around us that the very limited contact we have with people outside our bubbles can be blocked out by our favorite songs, making human contact obsolete.

I was thinking about this as I finished my shopping and paid for my goodies and while I did I noticed something. Not one person in the grocery store will make eye contact with anyone else. Butchers, sales associates, customers and cashiers alike are all caught up in their own little worlds, staring at their shoes when theirs happens to overlap with someone else's.

I can't help but place some of the blame on technology. Many people will argue that technology is neutral; it's neither good nor bad in and of itself, it just depends on how it's used. I will admit being a strict adherent to this theory until this year when I have had the good fortunes to hear people like Shane Hipps and John Dyer talk about technology.

I don't really want to get into the implications of technology theory right now, but it seems like we've become digital nomads without a home. The only place we're really home is inside our little bubbles. I'm no different, I just feel like I'm finally waking up from mine.

-Caleb Williams

To tell a story

I miss writing. I mean really writing. Writing with a purpose, writing with a story to tell. I guess there just aren't that many stories in my life right now. None that anyone will want to read anyway.

Lately I have been sitting behind my computer screen for what seems like 12 hours a day. The keyboard attached to the bottom of by silver-colored MacBook Pro feels like a part of me now. The LCD screen is like a window to the world that is passing by while I tirelessly toil away, trying to become something I never thought I would be. I have been playing with multimedia for a long time now and until relatively recently I have seen much of it as only a hobby. Now I'm beginning to think that I might actually be on to something with it.

My problem is that I have no area that I can really call my own. My specialty used to be writing, but only because that was all I ever did. Lately I have been playing with graphic and Web design and development. I love it, but I still love writing.

I've noticed a correlation between the two fields though: Both require a story, both are message begging to be told. Whether that is the relationship between sound and light, client and employee or man and city hall, they are all stories that need to be told.

That's my story now. I'm learning to tell stories in a whole new way; a whole new language.

-Caleb Williams