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I have an essay due and a midterm tomorrow, so of course after I wrote a bad draft of the essay this evening I worked on "As Large as Alone" instead.

The current problem with the story is that half or three-quarters of the people who read this story like it lots, and the rest don't seem get the main/surface plot on a pretty fundamental, possibly emotional level.

So of course instead of actually adding anything that explains--well--anything about the main plot, I am adding in tiny bits of exposition about other characters. The whole thing's from the perspective of the main character, though, so it's really putting in observations that she makes.

And that in turn should, if I am doing this right, make one of the main themes far more prominent. I have been startlingly non-obvious about this particular theme so far, which is probably why no one's picked up on it. On the other hand, this is what I see the story as being about, so it'd be nice if people could actually tell.

These changes will perhaps not do all that much to change perceptions, but working on it makes me feel better about myself for at least the period of time to when this draft hits people's inboxes and they tell me they're all still confused.

I said to someone around last-draft time that I had a third or a half of the story marked up to be fixed, and "the rest is bits that I haven't figured out yet what's wrong with them." Well, I am figuring out what is wrong with some of those bits. I certainly haven't changed every word in this story, or even every paragraph (every scene, though, probably), but it has been rewritten pretty thoroughly for all that.
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Rejection today from Interfictions 2. I like to send stories back out again right away, but I can't think of a market for this one, and now I'm having doubts about if it really is any good, anyway, and shouldn't I just rewrite it completely?

Which way lies madness, of course.

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On the school front, about a million projects are due next week. And essays. Also papers. (And all the paperwork for applying for financial aid--it's enough to make a girl wish for standardized processes to get rid of all these weird deadlines, or at least for it to be next year, when I'll only have to deal with one college's crazy ideas of what makes a good financial aid timeline.)

Fleet on the heels of that will come the deadline for my Presidential Scholars application. One of 3,000 candidates in the country is, at the very least, better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick; on the other hand, it means filling out an application that's as large as most of the college applications I did.

This next one is entirely my fault for finding: a physics summer program that looks awesome and to which I want to apply. Which isn't so much a chore, except that it's another thing to write in my planner and agonize over not doing.

And I wonder why I'm stressed.

(Tangent: Usually, I can work at a fierce and high level of concentration. I always want to have a higher goal than I've achieved; this is why teachers who give me A's on essay drafts and no comments on how to make it better frustrate me. This works, except when that fierce and high level of concentration lapses, and I still have those sky-high ideals of What I Ought To Be Able To Do. I am not sure what to do about this, except to try to remember this and treat myself kindly.)
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Typo of the day (well, yesterday): "...and, as far as I could tell, didn't have any redeeming graves to make up for it."

Tomorrow or the next day we'll be sending off the housing payment for Odyssey, along with a story. Which story it is that goes in the packet is anyone's guess.

I've got story #1, which I think is good--although not as good as story #2. I have a story I wrote a while ago, and I have a story I wrote last night, and I don't have the time to edit either of them. I think that the story I wrote last night--let's call it story #3 for simplicity's sake, because it doesn't have a title--has potential to be better than story #1.

But I don't have time to edit it up, or even to rewrite it, really, because even if I wanted to stay up for another hour and a half I still have to edit this paper for English class tomorrow and do my math homework and study for the IB physics test that starts Tuesday.

So it'll probably end up being story #1 that I send, and I'm not happy about it. It's not that I think it's a terrible story, because I don't, but it isn't any story #2.

I still don't know if I'm going to wiscon. I know: it's next weekend, and I still don't know? I don't. I would almost be happier at this point to stay home, but I know that I would have a lot of fun if I went.

And it's late, and I need to decide which thing I'm going to try to get done tonight, because I probably only have time for one thing if I want to have any of my brain tomorrow morning.

Unfortunately, it probably won't be studying for my IB physics test, or doing my math homework, and even though I've all but decided to send story #1 in to Odyssey, anyway, it keeps distracting me from editing my paper.

(Which is a problem in and of itself: it's a fine paper, but there are pieces of information that don't fit into the flow of it. But they're important pieces of information, and I think they would make it better--if I can figure out where to put them.)
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After 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.)
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It's true: it is easier to see the problems with something when it's printed out. I printed Story #1 this week, and looked at it in off moments of classes. If I can remember what all my squiggles and lines and arrows mean, I'll be in good shape, I think. If I can fix what all of them mean, too. There may be some darling-killing going on, though possibly not quite yet...

At any rate, it feels productive. I'm not sure how much work I'm actually doing on it, and how much Titanic-deck-chair rearranging I'm doing. It seems like I'm just rewriting a lot of it, which I guess is the point, but I'm not sure if it's any clearer now than before. (I should hope it is, but then you never know, do you.)

This weekend's task: finish putting all the changes into the computer file of Story #1, send it to people whose opinions I trust on writing more than most people's, finish writing Story #2 and print it out. Print out Story 1, too. Go over that, and see tons of flaws I should've fixed before I sent it out. Moan and wail for a while, then give up and go on with life.

21 days or so. Work enough for about two months, probably. The horrible thing is that I know I should be doing this even without the impetus of "Clarion application", or anything else, other than "writing". We'll deal with that later.

For now, it's just the work.

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