Thursday, July 22, 2010

On glaciers

I’m going to tell you a little secret. Way back in high school, when I was young and innocent and full of dreams (if you’re laughing now, I’m ignoring it), I never had any doubts that I would one day not only write books, but publish them by the large. Oh yes. I saw myself as the new [insert random successful author], and I thought it was only a matter of time before the world would realize it.

Even though I was young and innocent and full of dreams, however, I was also somewhat realistic. I knew that my books wouldn’t make me rich and famous immediately (what I didn’t know was that I also wouldn’t write any books the next few years – I still haven’t). So I decided that I needed an education. A solid job, which should even be one that I liked, so that I could fill my days until my big break came with something meaningful. The education part has taken its time, but I am getting there. And I wouldn’t be without it. I have grown as a person, I have gained experiences I otherwise would not, and I have a whole new range of strings to play on as a writer now than did I all those years ago.

And yet there are a few things that I came up with back then that I still consider funny or brilliant enough to match anything I have ever written since. For instance, I have several times found myself marveling over a (sadly) long-forgotten inventiveness when reading stuff I wrote years ago. The grammar, language and style bothers me to the bone, but 17-year-old Cruella had a fresh way of seeing the world that I only rarely manage to recall.

One of the things that really triggered my creativity when I was 17 was my partner in crime, otherwise known as Amalie Skam (very funny if you know your Norwegian literature, I can assure you. As is Cruella Collett, by the way). We used to write collaborative stories of various literary quality. We invented new words and actually, even a religion (this would be the origin of Digressionism). Ah, those were the days.

Ms. Skam and I are still friends, but we rarely get together to invent religions these days. However, I haven’t forgotten one idea we concocted when we were young and innocent and full of dreams. The idea was that in my books there should always be a female glaciologist. You know, a scientist who does her research on glaciers. Why? Don’t know or can’t remember. But that was it. A hidden glaciologist as a secret message.

Thus, my surprise and amazement was considerable when I came across the following document in my Middle East files in US State Department archives:

It clearly has nothing to do with the Middle East (any glaciers down there would melt in a flash). Either it was put in my box by mistake, or it was put there by intent. I would have been inclined to think the former, but keeping my lost connection with Cruella at 17 in mind, I soon realized that it just as well could have been the latter. In fact, all the evidence is suggesting that this is a hidden message, and that it is a hidden message to me. Just look at this:

But the problem remains. What is the hidden message? Could it be that the universe is simply telling me to rediscover my inner 17-year-old?


Powdered Toast Man said...

The hidden message is that there is a frozen arctic giraffe stuck in a secret glacier and only you can get it out.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

I like Powdered's interpretation!

Jennee said...

How fun! But it's just another clue that will lead to another clue! I would totally read into it and chase it.

Cruella Collett said...

PTM - certainly, that must be it. Maybe I should embark upon a journey, nay, a quest it must be!

Alex - a quest it is, then!

Jennee - like one of those code thingies from Dan Brown's universe? That sounds like something I should try out on my quest!

Toodles, I'll be questing all night ;)

Anonymous said...

10 points for the weirdest post of the day!

The hidden message has got to be hidden in a hidden glacier on some distant, hidden land...

LTM said...

LOL! That is awesome... :D now I know what to look for~

M.J. Nicholls said...
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M.J. Nicholls said...

When I looked back at stuff I'd written aged 17, I had the same feeling. There was a freeness to things, a focus on being as inventive as possible.

I don't think the creativity has declined, I've merely learned to write in a more ordered way, to give logic to my ramblings. I would imagine you have evolved too, esp. being in a writing group like the Burrow.

And glaciers are "cool." Icy, in fact.

Hart Johnson said...

I was already chuckling, but PTM knocked me out of my chair and now I can't STOP laughing... I'm SURE it was a sign. I love that the universe is sending you messages to keep you tapped into your inner glaciological giraffe.

Cheeseboy said...

This is the coolest thing I have ever seen a 17 year old do. And I thought I was cool at that age.

So funny!

Cruella Collett said...

Amanda - YES! I always aim for that title! ;)

LTM - that's right - I guess it is not as secret anymore when I revelaed that there would be glaciologists.... Oh, well...

MJ - aw, gee, thanks! That is about the nicest way to see this as I can possibily imagine. I'm not growing older, I'm growing wiser.

Tami - I think my inner giraffe has been rather outspoken for a while now... ;)

Cheeseboy - who didn't think they were cool at 17? ;) (Actually, I didn't. I was "above" cool. Too cool to be cool)

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