Ode To A Potato

Oh, thou fabulous potato!

How oft have we thought to eat thee?

But every time we tried it was no go,

For thou wert one and we were three.

We kept thee until thou sprouted

And thou no longer seemed tasty,

But Kaylie, undoubted,

Thought the garage for thee wouldst be hasty.

It was she, Kaylie, she that gave thee thy fair face!

Thine eyes of small beadiness, thy tender nose,

And beautiful lips to give thee grace;

And arms in lovely pose.

We dubbed thee Tater, love to thee we gave!

You were our friend, ally, apartment pet;

But that and our love could not save

For finally thy fate thou hast met.

Oh brother potato, thou art gone!

Thou art now buried in that plastic grave,

Filled in with candy wrappers, old food, and so on

With all other things that we could not save.

Farewell, sweet Tater;

May you rest in peace,

And may we see you later

When one day we, too, cease.

Alive!

The time has come for Jaysea to live again. Too long has she wasted in my imagination, waiting to be given a steady life. She’s been with me ever since I read the 2nd Harry Potter book when I was in junior high. I remember when she first popped into existence; I was staying the night at my Grandma Safley's and I was in the spare bedroom with the touch lamp on. It was getting late, but I was reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I was nearing the end, Tom Riddle revealed he was Lord Voldemort and had come up with that name through an anagram. An anagram of your name! What a marvelous idea! And after a few minutes I had gone from "Jenna Marie Safley" to "I am Jay Sea Fennrel." 

She started out as my alter ego, going on adventures through my imagination. I started writing them down, I started describing her how I wished to be seen. She's gone through a few transformations, an athletic elf out to save the world; and elf with green skin, dark green hair and eyes who existed in this world; half elf, half fairy, half nymph, half vampire, half sparkly... oh wait, that's part of being a vampire :) She was always my main character in my fantasies and always did what I wished I could do.

But then she started coming out of the day dream stage and an original story started developing. She became human. She started to have a background, her own personality, her own struggles. She did become a werewolf, as well :) And she started having a future.

I know what the story is, I know where it needs to go. But I'm scared. I've loved writing for so long, and I stopped as soon as I started Jaysea's story. Because I'm fine with writing my crap of randomness, I know it's cheesy and all that. But Jaysea is different. She's been with my so long and she's become her own. I don't want to mess up her story, I want do it justice. 

I started her story when I came home from my mission, almost two years ago, and I haven't written for over a year. It used to me my passion, but I've lost it. And I'm realizing just how much I've lost because of it. 

Has anyone else noticed that when they close off a passion they close off a little bit of themselves? I've grown in so many good ways, but I've also lost bits of myself that take me away from who I truly am. And writing is one of those things. I'm not meant to be cookie-cutter, and I've felt like I have been for a long time.

It's time to be me and it's time for Jaysea to come to life.