I could make you fat
so you’ll be flawed
but then
I have to add the sighs
and the heaving bosoms
and the lack of energy
and I can’t be bothered.
I could make you foreign
but I can’t do the accent
so that’s too hard.
I could make you smart
so I can add big words
like
vainglorious
- But that’s not very authentic
Is it? -
- But that’s not very authentic
Is it? -
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My name is Simonne Michelle-Wells. I'm a writer from Melbourne (originally from WA). I have a background in theatre and write theatre reviews for Australian Stage Online. In my day job I'm a speech writer. I've had short fiction published in Cottonmouth, Beyond Words, Box Magazine, The Naked Eye and the inaugural Emerging Writers' Festival Reader. I was awarded a residency at Varuna in 2008 for my first novel, and was the recipient of the 2009 Ada Cambridge Prize for biographical short story writing. I am also the blog administrator for the Varuna Alumni writers' Blog.
20 Comments
May 28, 2008 at 6:08 am
love this… it captures the fact that the author can play God- creating and destroying what they want…
May 28, 2008 at 10:09 am
mesmeric, great idea, brilliantly executed and i love that double quick flick ending,
May 28, 2008 at 10:29 am
hah, sorry but it’s a great poem, i can here that pop! at the end, the consonants just popping the bubble of ego, very cool,
May 28, 2008 at 2:46 pm
This was great fun – and carries the sentiments of every writer.
May 28, 2008 at 6:55 pm
Vainglorious?
Oh Come On Now…You have GOT to throw that word in there SOMEWHERE! LOLOL
You’re Da Bomb
May 28, 2008 at 7:13 pm
Oh dear, the words of a frustrated or bored writer. It is fun being in that God-chair, isn’t it? LOL.
Annie
May 29, 2008 at 1:16 am
Welcome to the quiet Compulsive Writer. Yes, playing god can be a whole lot of fun can’t it?
Paul, I love how you see my unintended brilliance, please come here ALL THE TIME… Yes, it is about having that ego bubble burst in your face once you really get serious about writing and realise that it’s ALL about the story and nothing about you!
Thanks Anthony and Grace
Vainglorious, Grace? It’s its debut in this blog, so try not to laugh too loud at it ok? 
WC, yeeees, it was written in a break from the novel when I realised I put a word in a character’s mouth who would so never use that word just because I liked it. Sigh!
May 29, 2008 at 2:45 am
I absolutely love this. I have always struggled with tackling fiction, so I’ve only been able to go the “art imitates life” route so far…but I think that’s why I LOVE reading fiction so much; it’s fascinating to see an imagination at work
May 29, 2008 at 3:04 am
Romi, you write extremely well, so get cracking girl!
May 29, 2008 at 10:21 pm
LOL! decisions-decisions, and they all
involve work – cool
May 30, 2008 at 7:05 am
Hey Jade, yes work… cool
May 30, 2008 at 6:22 pm
It is the wonderful and awful part of writing.
You’ve expressed it well in your poem.
i appreciate the speaker’s weariness, wariness.
How i agonize over the attributes of the characters! Will these creations, exaggerations or muted hues draw criticism? Will readers think of me a certain way because of the characters?
The writer’s life…
May 31, 2008 at 7:41 am
Great comment, C. It easy to agonize over characters isn’t it? Sometimes you just have to give them some room and they grow all by themselves
June 4, 2008 at 3:11 am
Doesn’t have to be fat for heaving bosoms.
June 4, 2008 at 8:27 am
Yes, Pure Evyl, I know…!
June 4, 2008 at 10:46 pm
Ah, yes… so true, so true.
The wheels that turn behind the words… Great poem! When I read it, I heaved a laughing sigh of commiserative relief!
June 5, 2008 at 3:09 am
Those wheels can either turn calmly with dignity and foresight, or they can run rampant with a craziness that makes you go back later, read what you’ve done, and shake your head wryly as you bang that delete key…
June 10, 2008 at 4:00 am
Hahahahahaha!
Good one.
Vainglorious? Hmmm….
June 10, 2008 at 4:35 am
Welcome Brainteaser, thanks for the giggle
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