It is not entirely sure whether Ink Noise came about as a result of systematised coercion, whether or not its existence was wholly desirable to us. And yet here she is: big sprawling chunk of interweb space. What are we going to do with her? (Perhaps it’s a him? Will s/he rebel if we get the gender wrong? Are we awful parents already?!)
Few facts can be verified. We know, however, who we are: members of Mount Carmel College‘s Literary Association. A rather neglected group — it’s amazing how people would prefer to watch their collegemates jiggle/dance/perform unrecognisable forms of acrobatics on stage rather than observe someone’s pen scratch away a naughty limerick, really! — the Literary Association now intends to shake the world up. Or college, at least. (Hey, we write! We don’t have fancy costumes and loud voices, but some of us own berets and some others are loud enough to be called obnoxious)
Another fact is that we are slowly making other associations jealous. It’s true: the other day, the Public Speaking Association secretary made such a face when I told her we had regular weekly meetings and that people actually attended them. I’m sure that expression of disgust meant she was envious. I’m an excellent judge of human behaviour, yes.
The plan, currently, is to post our writings here, for feedback and general entertainment. (I promise to buy the first person to post a formally correct sonnet here a nice bar of Cadbury’s chocolate. I’m nice like that.) Writing about writing and reading is, we’ve discovered, very welcome.
Poke and pillage this place, everyone! Let’s make some nasty dents on the interwebs.
