Okay, fine. It's... it's boring.
Posted by mofembot Fri, 19 Feb 2010 20:30:00 GMT
I went galloping through a few chunks of my missionary letters and diary and weekly reports and all, and my overall assessment is — snooze city. My writing overall utterly and completely sucked. It was almost wholly narrative instead of descriptive, there’s tons of whining and pseudo-spiritual introspective drivel, I’m nearly always promising to follow up with more details — virtually all of which have now been lost to time and memory… in short, pleah. (Or “beurk,” if you want to get all French about it.)
So at the very least, “Sister Mish” is not going to be epistolary in nature, if it ends up seeing the light of day at all. And that’s a big honkin’ if at this point, I gotta say.
But I have to admit that I’m also a bit disappointed that I didn’t do a better on-the-spot job of describing my surroundings and the people I dealt with both intimately and “de passage,” and that I was more interested in projecting an image of being a Good Missionary, a Good Mormon — than in finding ways to best (or better) convey what things were like for me in a multi-dimensional way.
I suppose all is not lost, if I really want to pursue the idea of “Sister Mish”— there are enough memory-jogging anecdotes and possibly even images (among my slides, especially as accompanied by the slide-show narrations I sent home with them) to try to construct something different. I guess the real question I have is whether in light of my current disbelief and cynicism and all — could I do the experience justice?
I wonder.