On So.
“So.,” named for the first word of Seamus Heaney’s translation of Beowulf, is the abridged story of my odyssey as a reader and writer. It addresses seven key chapters over ten years and discusses maturation, uncertainty, and late-night clandestine reading operations. I revisited many of these chapters for the first time while writing So. Being able to consider them from a distance helped me summon a fresh perspective and craft a comprehensive narrative regarding my progression (and, perhaps regression) as a reader and a writer. I did not end up addressing many of the moments I thought I would though. For example, I ended up excluding the memory that I did my pre-writing about. Although it was rich with subtle details, it was not vested with the same meaning as many of the moments I wrote about were. Through writing So., I have forced myself to acknowledge that learning is not a linear process. Many of life’s most important lessons reveal themselves to you when you expect them the least. I have also learned that I should probably be reading more.