Well, it seems that an era is truly coming to a close. This is the final post of Katie’s RCL Ramblings. Sad, isn’t it? Where will you be each week without a new passion post chronicling my undying love for writing? I have to admit, as tedious as it sounded in the beginning to have to write a passion post for every Thursday, I ended up enjoying it. Probably because I do love writing, and I was able to write about writing (You know when you say a word so many times that it starts to lose meaning? I’m starting to forget what the word writing means).
But alas, the semester is almost over and all good things must come to an end. I hope that at least one person felt entertained by my blogging this semester, because it’s my personal mantra that even if just one person is entertained by something I’ve done, then I was successful. I talked a lot this year about my dream job, my aspirations and my goals, so one day I hope I’ll be able to look back at this and think fondly about how little I knew about the successful years to come when I was just a lowly Penn State freshman.
I said in a first semester post that one of my favorite parts of short stories are the “killer endings” that they often have. I believe that any work of writing can be really awesome throughout, but if the ending is bad then it ruins the whole thing. I’m sure most people can get behind this (I’ve never seen How I Met Your Mother, but I have heard that any fan of the show will certainly agree with me). Everything needs a good ending, whether it’s a short story, a book, a show, a movie, or even a blog post.
So I’m going to take the easy way out here because I don’t want to ruin my year of blogging. To finish up my series of passion posts on writing, I want to include my favorite final paragraph of any novel I’ve ever read ever. I think I mentioned it in one of my posts that the last paragraph of the novel Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro is one of those excerpts of writing that I’ve never been able to shake. It’s pure beauty in word form, and when I read it I bawled my eyes out. It might be one of those things that is much more profound if you’ve read the entire story, but I am going to use it anyway as the finale of my blog because it encompasses the one thing I wanted anyone reading this to get out of Katie’s RCL Ramblings:
The written word is an art form unlike any other. It has a magical way of making people feel, and above all else I plan on using my talent to write to evoke emotion and touch the lives of others.
“That was the only time, as I stood there, looking at that strange rubbish, feeling the wind coming across those empty fields, that I started to imagine just a little fantasy thing, because this was Norfolk after all, and it was only a couple of weeks since I’d lost him. I was thinking about the rubbish, the flapping plastic in the branches, the shore-line of odd stuff caught along the fencing, and I half-closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I’d ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field, and gradually get larger until I’d see it was Tommy, and he’d wave, maybe even call. The fantasy never got beyond that –I didn’t let it– and though the tears rolled down my face, I wasn’t sobbing or out of control. I just waited a bit, then turned back to the car, to drive off to wherever it was I was supposed to be.” – Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go