Stop Your Analysis!

As I'm sure you know, English classes seem to exist to analyze the daylight out of all sorts of poor, unsuspecting books. Read... annotate... write essays... analyze. Fun, fun, fun. Not. I'm of the personal opinion that no one actually cares what the author meant or wanted, though. The analytic readers of the world simply attempt to pull symbolism out of books, even when there is none.
I recall that last year, a whole bunch of classes - mine not included - read Mark Twain's The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. I've got a copy of it in front of me now, and I will quote from the very first page:

"NOTICE: Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot. By order of the author per G. G., Chief of Ordnance."

Now, let me point something out: this notice has unquestionably been blatantly ignored by English teachers everywhere. Obviously, no one listens to the author, even if the author includes a very conspicuous note stating that those who analyze will be shot. Shot. Do you want to be shot? I didn't think so. So, should you be one of those people who likes to analyze, stop. Unless you happen to enjoy persecution from the U.S. Army Ordnance Corps. In which case I wish you much joy and happiness.

With regards to the book-writing business, so far so not good. No ideas, no inspiration, no nothing. Oh well. Wait and see, I guess.

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Okay. So. It's June now (or so they say; it's pretty chilly out and I'm not completely convinced). Done with ACTs, SATs, AP tests, finals, and all of that other nonsense. Next order of business: to start a blog.
I should mention that I dislike the word blog. It's such a sloppy-sounding word, like an unfortunate cross between blah and glog. The latter probably isn't actually a word, but I imagine that that's what it sounds like when someone either a) throws up, or b) wades through a thick, morassy swamp while wearing a pair of oversized galoshes.
Which is, by the way, a very entertaining word. Galoshes, I mean.
But I guess I'd better get over it, if I intend to write a blog.
Ick.
Anyways. This blog will be subject to my commentaries on words, people, events, music, food, ceiling fans, dandelions, and whatever else catches my interest.
Oh, and one other thing that's probably important. I've been challenged to write a novel within the next year. Although I've written a plethora of stories in a variety of genres, I've never actually written a book. So this might be difficult, and it may or may not work out. Just in case, I'll be blogging my progress. I need an idea first, though.
Let's hope I'm hit by a train of thought. (In case you were wondering, this is a term that was originally coined by a friend of mine. It's a bit like getting hit by a train... but not.)