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aamcnamaraAfter a complete rewrite (and I mean complete) of Second Story, it has been first-pass edited and sent out to various people who have offered to read it for me, which is a sort of triumph, even if this is happening, er, five days before the absolute deadline for three of the workshops' applications? Crash Course In Rewriting starts... now.
Sending Story #2 out was hard. You learn early on that you have to give yourself to the world, and it seems like an all right idea. You get something, you give something. (What do you have to give but yourself? Nothing.) The part they don't tell you is that "the world" isn't that anonymous faceless mass of people out there, or, at least, it isn't just that. It also includes all of your family and friends--all the people that you want to respect and like and look up to and honor you.
And giving that much of yourself to them... can be hard.
(Okay, I realize everyone reading this is probably smiling at these teenage dramatics. But it's true for me, right now, and what more can we ask of our truths?)
... Story #1 moves along. Slowly, sometimes, but all in all, well. It's a great deal further along than Story #2 in terms of the "get your friends to look over it" process, as well as the "print it out and wince at the terrible things you wrote" process, which I still need to start with Story #2.
My life other than Stories One and Two consists of: school, homework, co-stage managering a musical, fencing... boring things like that. (All right, so they aren't boring, but right now I need a Writing Rant space, not a Fencing space or a Theatre Tech space. I can talk about fencing and theatre tech with my friends, but very few of them really 'get' writing.)
Sending Story #2 out was hard. You learn early on that you have to give yourself to the world, and it seems like an all right idea. You get something, you give something. (What do you have to give but yourself? Nothing.) The part they don't tell you is that "the world" isn't that anonymous faceless mass of people out there, or, at least, it isn't just that. It also includes all of your family and friends--all the people that you want to respect and like and look up to and honor you.
And giving that much of yourself to them... can be hard.
(Okay, I realize everyone reading this is probably smiling at these teenage dramatics. But it's true for me, right now, and what more can we ask of our truths?)
... Story #1 moves along. Slowly, sometimes, but all in all, well. It's a great deal further along than Story #2 in terms of the "get your friends to look over it" process, as well as the "print it out and wince at the terrible things you wrote" process, which I still need to start with Story #2.
My life other than Stories One and Two consists of: school, homework, co-stage managering a musical, fencing... boring things like that. (All right, so they aren't boring, but right now I need a Writing Rant space, not a Fencing space or a Theatre Tech space. I can talk about fencing and theatre tech with my friends, but very few of them really 'get' writing.)