April 26, 2012

Wednesday, April 25, 2012 (After Workshop)

I just had my workshop and I think I should probably write down my reactions and everything before I move on to doing something else.

It was actually the best workshop out of the bunch because (and it pains me to say this) I've grown a lot as a writer since January. I was able to anticipate a lot of what they were going to say and just that awareness really helped as I was writing my draft way too close to the due date. The spacing on the piece was a little generous, but even though it was short, it didn't get flack for that. I have the entire workshop recorded, actually, although it's in that really weird cell phone format so I'm not quite sure how I'm going to transfer it and play it, but at least I have something. All of the good comments were different from the usual good comments and I was both surprised and impressed. I guess I didn't realize how good this piece was (and that's not usually a problem I have, underappreciation of my own work). I really enjoyed the workshop because people were interpreting the story a variety of different ways and they seemed to really be interested. I don't know. I really like the way this is going just now, and although I don't speak at all on the recording (of course) I remember thinking a lot of things that I can recall as I remember them now. The recording is horrible, but I'm really enjoying listening to my class talk about my work, using my characters names, etc.

So I have an option, basically. I have three main stories: the one with Marilyn and Rodger the night of the counterfeit storm (the most recent one), the one with Carl and Rodger in the bedroom, and the one with Carl and Ollie on the steps of a cathedral in France. The problem is that they are intertwined and yet separate in ways I don't fully understand. I've been thinking a lot about what Danielewski said yesterday and I don't know if I've come to any conclusions. I don't know how these stories want to be represented, and I know that I have exactly one week to figure it out. I just know that there is something, there is some harmony, and I don't have the time to find it but at the same time the pressure will allow me to do a lot of work very late at night that I'm not entirely used to doing. I have this sneaking feeling that these stories want to be combined and I don't know quite how I am going to accomplish that. In one sense, I think that it has the potential to be very successful. I don't know how I would combine it in terms of time period, etc. but I could definitely do it. And that would certainly be something to show everyone--my parents, my panel, everyone. But I have to serve the story--stories--before I do everything else and I don't quite know. I don't know. I don't quite understand what my characters are trying to tell me to do, and that's because I haven't tried to do anything yet. I'm just scared to take a step in any direction because I don't have the time to fail. And I don't want to dig myself deeper into a hole that I won't be able to dig myself out of on the 15th of May. I don't know. And I know that the second I send this all out, I'm going to have to figure out a way to be satisfied with that. I think that's probably the hardest part. 

But more than anything else, I'm just so glad to be almost done. I'm glad to have a date--as crappy a date as it is--and I have something to work towards, more than just the abstract idea of logging hours (which, as it happens, I actually haven't been doing). Stress is good. I keep saying it, praying that it's true. Stress is good, stress is good, stress is good.

I have to take a shower and then I have to come back and then I just have to force myself to take some step and write. Which is the worst part of my job, at this point. The late nights. I think I'm going to go to assembly tomorrow, for a change, seeing as it's the flea circus. That said... That said, nothing.

April 25, 2012

Wednesday, April 25, 2012


As a great conclusion to the project that I'm doing, I saw Mark Z. Danielewski speak last night.

When I began this project about a year ago (almost a year ago exactly) I was thinking about him. I wrote my college essay and my seminar essay on House of Leaves, and whenever I thought about him all I could feel was jealousy. Here is a little piece of my college essay, just to give you an idea:

Reading is an integral part of writing, and writing is my chosen craft. For me, writing is an involuntary reflex. I am compelled to express the voices that speak inside my head. However, despite a natural aptitude with words and a mammoth imagination, I know that I am only seventeen years old. I have only been learning for so long. In the years before the Young Writer’s Workshop, I had done a considerable amount of reading and writing, but after that summer, these activities seemed entirely different. I had admired the work of other authors, but I had never wanted to be anyone as much as I wanted to be Danielewski. I would have given my front teeth to have written his masterpiece.


Alas, my front teeth are still intact, and so is my humility. I was simply not ready for my magnum opus. I realized that I could not write something so euphoric if I did not have the background to do so. The author of House of Leaves was a reader as well as a writer. One of my favorite chapters offers an unconventional perspective on the myth of Theseus; I barely even had the background to understand it. It was obvious to me that if I wanted to improve, I was going to have to increase the number of hours I spent in the library.

Those words are still true (and god knows how I got into college with such an adoring rave review of a book--I mean really). Yesterday, when I saw him, I was so excited I could barely breathe. I came to the conclusion pretty quickly that he must be crazy. He's brilliant, he's talented, he's well spoken, he's a great storyteller, and he's good looking for a man of his age. There has got to be something wrong with him. When he spoke about his routine, all I wanted to do was go home and rewrite his novel from the very beginning. For just a second, Marilyn and Rodger and Carl and Ollie seemed so insignificant in the face of the greater project that I have embarked on. I have a lot of it recorded, which is good, because if I were to quote it I would absolutely butcher what he said. He had a lot to say about the way his novels are meant to be and I think it applies to everyone--the stories I'm writing want to be a certain way, and if I try to do something else with them, they will resist. I have to think about that more before I can have something to say. I'm going to have to transcribe what he said because the recordings were with my phone and therefore really crappy.

So I got my day and, as I expected, it's a crappy day. I expected that since I found out so late my presentation would, logically speaking, also be late, but that was just too much to ask for. May 16 is a horrible day in all regards--it's right at the same time as the Stat exam, so I won't have any audience--and my final English essay is due that day as well, plus all the rest of my work, but complaining isn't going to get me anywhere. I just have to sit down and do it.

Where to begin. First I have to figure out what the hell I'm going to do about the actual short stories that I am going to show. As it is right now, I have zero finished short stories. I don't have anything at this point in time that I am happy enough with to show anyone. I have three or four just okay stories, things I have not finished, but I would be embarrassed. When it comes to work, the way I think about it is that I don't have a lot of stacks, but the stacks that I do have are tall. Literally, when I look at it on my desk. I have so many drafts of everything that the number of final drafts is relatively small. When it comes to page count, it's all about precision, to me. I sound like I'm making excuses. I have so many drafts, so many attempts, so many things that worked and didn't work, that I'm not even a little bit worried about not having enough stuff to present to the panel. I'm just worried about not having an appropriate final product. Which I guess is something to think about in the week that I have left to get this done.

Here's a little scheduling that would probably be more useful for me than for you. If my presentation is May 16, then I have to have the portfolios done by Wednesday, May 9 (that's five business days before). May 9 is precisely two weeks from today. I know someone said it takes ten days to put together a portfolio, but I think I could do it in a week if only because I am not going to have trouble with the rationales (I mean, how used to talking about myself am I at this point?). I have exactly a week to finish all of the short stories that I will be putting in the final portfolio.

And that's it, I guess. I don't know what else to say about that. It's going to be a crazy three weeks (although I don't think it should be... why is it that there are people who have their presentations in the third and fourth weeks of May who found out three weeks ago?!?!?!?!?) but I'm sure that I'll be able to do it. At this point, I don't have a choice.

Tonight I'm going to be workshopped. I'm going to try and tape it, although I don't know yet if I'm exactly allowed. And then after that I just work until I can't work anymore. And that's that, I suppose. I'm going to have to find my first semester work and remind myself of what all nighters feel like.

April 19, 2012

Thursday, April 19, 2012



Yesterday I had class, and before that I had a conversation with Myla just because I'm young and she's less young and she thought it would be good to talk about all the things no one told her when she was my age. I hope this counts as something I've learned.

I have the advantage of being young. I have a lot of time ahead of me. I'm reminded of that at every corner. Myla was talking about the things that will happen to me after college, and I guess I haven't really put any thought into them just yet. She advised strongly against a creative writing major--which, I have to admit, I had sort of been thinking myself. She said that if I could string a sentence together I wasn't going to learn much from adding onto what I already knew--rather, study something that gives me something to write about, or English, so that I can read. I don't know what I'm going to major in--obviously--but it will probably be English. Or I could surprise myself and do something totally unrelated. That could be cool.

We were talking about how there are jobs that buy you time and jobs that buy you money. If you're a writer, you sort of have to choose one. I don't know what that means just yet, but I think I'll find out.

I'm meeting with my mentor tomorrow so I can get on that mysterious buddy assignment that was never quite explained to me. I'm also going to start writing--I took today off because I literally killed myself yesterday trying to finish everything for my workshop in time--and workshopping for next week, because as always I have a ton to do. We are reading Beloved in Lit and it has always been one of my favorite books. I'm loving it just as much this time around and I'm absolutely delighted to be doing it.

Let's see, what else. I would really really really like to know my presentation date so that I can actually get started on the portfolio. I'm not starting anything before I get that date. I know that seems stubborn of me but I want to get as much writing done as possible and although the project itself is important, I relish the organization and the pulling everything together. I'm not really nervous about my presentation just yet because it's such a foreign concept. It hasn't quite hit me yet that this year--and this saga--is not quite over.

I have a crazy week on tap. I had today off and treated it like a weekend, although I did do a lot of my lit reading. I have tomorrow, Focus class and then Lit and then meeting with Lynne, and then after that writing, hopefully, and workshopping and reading and all that good stuff. On Saturday I have to do all my schoolwork and I have to pack, because Sunday-Monday I'm going to be at Columbia visiting (and not writing, at least not yet) and then on Tuesday I have school and after that I'm going back to Columbia to see my favorite author speak. I can't even tell you how excited I am to actually see Mark Z. Danielewski in person. I literally cried when I found out that he was speaking. You have no idea. And then after that I have Wednesday morning to catch up on all the things I didn't do over the weekend--including Calliope, which is in its crazy season right now--and then back to the city again, for workshop. I'm going to try and get Myla to allow me to audio record at least the part where I am personally being workshopped, although I don't know how successful I'll be. It seems a little silly that I need an audio/visual component to a presentation that clearly does not lend itself to that, but what can I do.

I'm pretty content with where I am right now. I think it has to do a lot with the weather. And the fact that I actually have two (almost three) short stories and I will probably have more before I have to give my presentation. I don't have a whole lot to say because I don't have a whole lot to complain about.

April 11, 2012

Wednesday, April 11, 2012



I missed Myla's class because of the Cum Laude ceremony. Funnily enough, Mr. Daly said something beyond flattering about me actually becoming a writer.

Not today, though, unfortunately. I've sort of been taking it easy because quite honestly I'm tired. I've been doing my workshop work and everything, and my schoolwork too, but these past few weeks I've found myself workshopping people's stories on Wednesday morning, rather than the Saturday or Sunday before. I also haven't been writing as much because, quite frankly, I'm stuck.

I have sort of a strange dilemma. I love Interior Space but it's going to need a lot of work before it's finished. And I don't know if I have the energy or willpower for that kind of work right now. Basically it needs to be separated. I've been working on all these shifting point of view stories but wouldn't they just work better separately? To be honest I was never quite sure of the Gothic cathedral - Carl - Ollie thing because it came to me too easily; I appreciated it, make no mistake, but I think it's important enough to deserve its own story and it's too heavy to have such a brief mention. I could split the two and rewrite both of them, but every time I sit down to do it I get up more disappointed than I was when I sat down. I knew I wasn't actually done when I said I was done, but I was done for the moment, and that moment hasn't yet passed. Although now that I'm actually thinking about it it doesn't seem as frustrating as it did just a few days ago. Maybe the moment's passing just because I'm considering.

And as for the second story, as Shelly said, it's quite good, but it isn't finished. I think a lot of my writing has to do with the weather--I'm freezing to death in my room right now, and I don't feel like doing anything. That's an excuse. I have to actually write past the central event of the story and although I have very clearly planned out what I want to happen, I've been avoiding doing it. The problem is that what Shelly told me to do (and what I was leaning towards anyway) is incompatible with the Focus project. It has to be somewhat sexually explicit and I'm not sure I'm allowed to do that; there's no way around it, and even if I cut the scene down as much as I can, it's still the central action of the story. Believe me, I didn't mean it to come out like that. There were supposed to be undertones--a story with no sex in it is interesting only to children--but it wasn't supposed to be as... well, I don't know. It's not pornographic, far from it, but I wouldn't want my parents to read it, put it that way.

I have to finish preparing my presentation for tomorrow and that actually gave me a little guidance. I have a lot more material than I think I do, but I still only have two short stories and we're halfway through April. Although it wouldn't be unreasonable for me to turn out another one, is three 20 page stories enough? I don't feel like it is. I should start putting my work in 12 point font instead of 11.

I have to turn into workshop for Myla next week and I'm nervous. I don't have anything right now, but that doesn't worry me--I know that I always manage to come up with something, if only because I'm best under pressure. I'm worried because I don't know how this fits into Focus and I need this presentation to be good. I mean, doesn't everyone?

I'm also screwed for the bibliography we're supposed to turn in tomorrow. I never knew anything about that. I wasn't aware that I was supposed to be reading anything in particular--I've been reading what my teachers have been giving me, and of course I read a few books on my own, but nothing that deserves a place in any kind of academic bibliography. I have tried not to read anything academic because I know I get sucked into it; first semester was enough! I am a little irritated that I'm expected to have a bibliography with no constraints on it--I know I just have to prove that I can read, and I think that seems pretty obvious. But that's an administrative complaint and, as usual, there's nothing I can do about it.

I also didn't realize we had to have a powerpoint for tomorrow, but now I know and I'm actually in pretty good shape for that. I'm just going to scan several of my drafts and just show how the workshop process works. I'm pretty good at oral presentations--I mean, I can always get better, but I don't really have trouble speaking in front of people--but I haven't timed mine yet, so I should stop writing this journal and get to it.

This is an open question--do I need to have more journal entries a week than one? I wouldn't like to fail this part of the project if there's anything I can do to fix it.

April 2, 2012

Monday, April 2, 2012



I missed my last Gotham class tonight because I had Calliope and Shakespeare Society. It was okay. I was done anyway. Not that I didn't love the workshop, because I did, but getting there and back was hell for a Monday night, especially the Monday night after spring break.

Because I miss Shelly a little bit already (and because it's informative), I'll do what she calls a creativity check-in right here.

I did a lot of morning pages this week. 6 days out of 7, I think, although I don't think I did all of them in the morning. They've taught me a lot. You sort of have to empty your head before you write and that's what the morning pages are for, and also they make a great record for what exactly you were thinking about when you were writing. More than anything, Focus has made writing personal to me, perhaps because I had to share it and defend it. I actually have to pay attention to what I'm thinking about--not to mention I have to write for credit, now, which means that I don't have the time not to write on the days when I don't feel like it.

I don't do visuals or artist's date. I don't do visuals because I don't have a painterly bone in my body, and I don't think it's worth my time. I just don't like doing things if I can't do them right--I know how awful that sounds--but if I can avoid it, I will. Bottom line. Artist's dates I try to do but it's a lot harder than it looks, maybe because I don't actually spend a whole lot of time by myself. When I'm writing I'm usually alone, but I don't think that counts. I'm actually so infrequently alone at my desk that the monotony doesn't really get to me.

I did do media deprivation. I know it's contrived but I enjoyed it. I didn't get anything done, though. The no music thing was a little ridiculous (Shelly's media deprivation is 2 days of no reading, no Internet, no television, no music, and no anything where you could possibly hear or see an advertisement) but other than that it went rather well. I suppose the problem is that individual media deprivation is easy, while avoiding it when you're around other people is much more difficult. I'm supposed to explain to my friends that I can't listen to the radio in the car? It would work a lot better if I was home alone for two days, but considering spring break just passed, that seems unlikely. However, that said, I enjoyed it a lot, and the silence was nice, really nice, surprisingly so. Eventually I'm also going to try Shelly's silence exercise--you just don't talk for a day--but that seems impractical in an academic situation.

What else am I forgetting. I keep a whole bunch of notebooks, including one I got that actually allows me to write in the shower (!!!!!!!!!!!!). I have my daily notebook and my morning pages in notebooks and than you MUJI for making them $2.25 and beautiful. Makes my day every day. I also have a new notebook of my weekly plan, which is my new creativity tool. I don't usually plan out what I'm going to do on what day, but I feel like I would follow it if I did (and this very journal entry, believe it or not, was part of my plan). I'm just hoping that at the end my presentation can be about process because I have learned so much about process. I'm in the process of learning whether or not this particular process works for me (ha ha).

As for actual writing, I was workshopped in Myla's class on Wednesday. It was a bad idea and I knew it. The workshop actually went great and I got a lot of wonderful feedback, but I wasn't emotionally prepared/invested. I hadn't looked at the piece in a couple of weeks--which might not seem like a long time, but it was. I didn't know it intimately to want to immediately revise it when I got home, although that is my project for tonight. I guess I just sort of slid along on it, which I recognize was a bad idea, but the workshop itself was fine.

I also got a really nice email from Myla Goldberg herself, which is printed below:




Hi Serena - I'm looking forward to discussing your story tonight. I am impressed by both your writing and your contributions to the class. I don't know what your aspirations are, but if you want to meet sometime to discuss writing and possible paths to take after high school, I would be happy to grab a coffee either before or after class sometime, or to chat over the phone if pre- or post-class timing is too difficult. Drop me a line if you'd like to try to schedule something at some point.






See you soon,


Myla








I scheduled a meeting with her on the 18th of April and I'm obviously really flattered by that comment. That's also the date of my next workshop, which seems frighteningly close. I don't know how I'm going to survive that, but I guess I will.

I read a great sudden fiction story called Lint the other day; it's very short and I highly suggest it. I don't know if I could convince a panel into flash fiction, but boy do I wish...




I'm hungry. I'm getting up.

March 25, 2012

Sunday, March 25, 2012



I haven't written a journal entry for ten days, which is not to say that I haven't done anything, just that I haven't written it down. I've been going to classes even though I'm on spring break and I've been getting a lot done, although as always not as much as I would have hoped.

I have a lot of things to say and not a lot of patience to say them all, so here goes.

I was workshopped on Monday--six days ago--in Shelly's class, and it was terribly interesting. The piece I turned in I had also submitted to my lovely mentor, Lynne, and some of the same and some very different feedback. The piece I turned in counted a lot on a knowledge of the characters from at least the previous story, if not the whole saga I've been building over the past 4+ years, and that was of course the first thing that Shelly rapped me on the knuckles for (and rightly so. I should learn how to create a freestanding short story, even if I automatically tend to lean towards the novel form). I read a book of short stories by Aimee Bender called The Girl with the Flammable Skirt and I really enjoyed it; I guess I always thought of the short story as a half-assed way to go about fiction but it actually isn't, not at all. It's a strange art unto itself and I'm definitely learning a lot about it.

Shelly's second point was about plot, which was also more than fair. I have a very certain way of doing things, a very set process, and in that process I don't usually have a plot before I have characters and themes. I may have an idea of where I want to go, what I want to do, but it's never quite formed until the second draft, when I make my plot charts (which is a new part of my process, and it's irritating but helpful). The piece I turned in was very new and fresh and I hadn't worked out exactly what I wanted to happen yet, although being in the workshop really helped give me some ideas. I now have my chart and a lot of work to do, which I've been doing but at a remarkably slow pace. I'm enjoying taking time to not write but at the same time the itch doesn't ever really go away. So that's that.

On Wednesday, Interior Space is going to be workshopped by Myla's group, which is a totally different dynamic from the one I'm used to. Shelly's class isn't really combative but it's a little more sardonic because it's very young; Shelly herself is pleasant but has a definite edge to her and there's no beating around the bush when she thinks something's wrong. I'm glad I'm not on her bad side but I've almost been there a couple of times and it's no fun at all. She also told me that I'm too young to have a sense of humor in my writing, which I am just trying not to think about. That said, she's very well qualified and very with it. The age median in Myla's class is 25 years higher and for that reason a very different dynamic; there's only two other young people in my class, and the rest could be my grandmother. That is not to say that these are women (there's only one man in my class) who don't have an edge; they're sharp and they can be harsh, but they definitely have a different approach. I appreciate that and I'm excited to see what happens. What ended up making my decision was that I didn't want to have to print 100 pages at home; I'd rather use the Xerox at school. So that was that.

Let's see, what else. I've been learning a lot of really strange things from other people's writing, especially concerning my strengths and weaknesses. Dialogue is especially easy for me, I don't really know why. Or at least I hope it is. I guess I just know my characters really well, which is good because I know my characters but bad because sometimes I have a hard time creating new characters, and then I avoid creating new characters, and I end up writing the same story for years on end. I'm good at showing instead of telling. I'm bad at having a plot. I'm bad at compromising what I want for the reader's best interest, not because I think I know what I'm doing but because I feel like I've been appointed to tell a certain story and I'm not going to take out incest or adverbs because people think they're too much. I'm also not so great at thinking for myself; I like it when Shelly tells me what she thinks I should do.

I went to this really great exhibit on Saturday--yesterday?--that is going to affect my writing, I don't know why yet. It's by Frances Stark at the Gavin Brown Enterprise gallery something something something; I don't know exactly how we found our way there, but we did. You sit in a white room on a white couch and if you're there at the right time you can watch a conversation, literally in words, on the walls. I found a video of it, but you sort of have to be there. http://vimeo.com/38103422 It dazed me for a couple of hours and it's going to work its way into whatever I'm working on.

I have the same problem that everyone has. I just want to do too much. I have trouble focusing on one Word document even though I know that small steps are the only way to the big thing. And I see the same potential in my notes, my notebooks, the little things, the way the words come together, this, even. I guess my real problem is that I feel like I'm not being ambitious enough--not in terms of classes, or in terms of work that can be done, just in terms of what I personally can achieve. I can do more than two short stories, for the love of god. I'm a little frustrated but that's probably a good thing. I don't know.

I also have no idea what I'm learning, other than a lot about myself. Some about myself. In terms of craft and story, can't I just bring Writing Fiction to the presentation, set it on the table, and tell them to read it? I'm not learning anything I haven't been told; workshops aren't about learning how to do something. They're about making what you already have better. In the process, I've been learning technicalities, but I wouldn't call them epiphanies. I'm not learning anything a panel isn't going to know, and I'm also not interested in presenting something I knew when I was 15 years old. I thought about putting something about how I'm sort of experimenting with point of view shifts, but not actually. I just do that because the story wants me to; I'm not doing it on purpose, and in the second story Shelly recommended that I either find a way to make it work or take it out altogether.

I don't know. I guess I'm on break and I don't have to push myself that hard. And whatever I come up with for the presentation will be fine, will be convincing, might even be genuine. But still.

I guess I should probably put this energy towards writing something that's going to matter.

March 15, 2012

Thursday, March 15, 2012



This was my first week of having two classes, and I'm pretty tired. My Monday class went very well. We workshopped four pieces (which is killer to do in 3 hours) and as a result we didn't really have time to discuss anything profound from a craft standpoint. Everything I learned was within the context of the pieces we were workshopping. Shelly concentrates very heavily on frontstory/backstory, which is something I've been thinking about as well, and also on point of view, which is becoming more and more the focus of my work (no pun intended) as the semester continues. Both of my pieces have fairly fluid point of view, shifting where they aren't supposed to, and in that way I'm just a tiny bit experimental. I like streamlining points of view as opposed to concentrating on one character, but I recognize that it can (and often does) get out of hand and become very confusing. But that's something I'll know more about after I'm workshopped on Monday, which I'm very excited and nervous for.

My second class was with Myla Goldberg and it's really, really far downtown. So far downtown that to make a 6:30 start, I had to get on the bus at 3:45, which seems a little bit ridiculous considering I'm 20 minutes away from just about everything in the city. Lower Manhattan--and I mean really lower, the last stop on the J train--is quite a bit farther than I'm used to traveling, but it went seamlessly--so seamlessly that I was actually there an hour and a half early. The class is held in a conference room at Hive at 55, which is, as I understand it, a "freelance office space," whatever that means. Myla is the sweetest woman in the whole world, but also very talented, as I understand it. The other students in the class range from 10 to 50 years older than I am, and I recognize many of them from the class I took with Myla Goldberg last fall. Myla's class is eight sessions long, and she plunged right in. She had sent out two stories to be workshopped as well as one published story to read from a craft standpoint, and she didn't waste any time. The first woman who went broke that very concrete rule of not speaking during one's workshop. As I put it quite graphically to my father later, talking when you are being workshopped is the equivalent of going to dinner with the queen, pooping on the table, and eating it with your feet. It's just not done. I've been in a lot of writing workshops, even on a high school level, and it seems pretty clearly understood. This one woman would not stop explaining herself and I actually thought Myla, who is very sweet and soft-spoken, was going to lose it. After a while, the woman got the idea, and chewed on her tongue for the rest of the class. The other woman who was workshopped had written a much stronger story and I enjoyed workshopping her very much.

We also read a short story by Aimee Bender for class today, called What You Left in the Ditch, which is about a man who loses his lips in a war. I'll leave it at that. It's an absolutely spectacular story and I would recommend it in a heartbeat. From a technical standpoint, it's really incredible. Myla called our attention to the way Bender affects all of the reader's senses--even using punctuation to indicate sound, with the extremely creative use of hyphens (to indicate when the husband's plastic lip replacements clack together as he speaks).

After going over the short story, she handed out the two stories to be workshopped next week, as well as the third published story, and then the list of workshops to be handed in. I have to hand in six days from now, next Wednesday, much to my surprise, and she has a page recommendation that's a good 10 pages more than what I was planning. It's not a matter of impossible as much as a matter of compromising my usual ways of doing things. I was going to wait to write until the workshop (seeing as it's the same piece) but I guess if I wait I only have Tuesday and Wednesday to add ten pages onto something that I'm really not quite sure of. That seems a little risky, to say the least. But my other option is even scarier--try to write something new, and hope that I can get fifteen pages up to par in that much time? Assuming that I even had a new idea, which I don't? I can't ask her to switch; her workshop schedule is set in stone. There has to be something I can do that doesn't require me to kill myself on Tuesday and Wednesday, but for me it's quite difficult to turn out a lot of words at one time because of the relative complexity of the words. While some authors pass a lot of time through explication, I'm at a point in my writing where 95% of it is in scene. Scenes are shorter and take longer to write. In general. But I am pretty good under pressure, so hopefully that 15 page recommendation will not go unfulfilled. I would hate to see Myla disappointed, especially because I'm the youngest person in the class by a long shot. In any case, I don't really have much of a choice. If worst came to worst I could submit Interior Space but I feel like that's been workshopped to death, so I'm trying to avoid it. Can someone please tell me why the verb "to workshop" is not actually in the dictionary?

March 12, 2012

Monday, March 12, 2012



I had a tumultuous week last week. I know I'm supposed to be focusing on what I learned, but I'm going to tell you what I did first, because I think it's important.

On Monday I had a very rude awakening. My teacher announced who was going to be handing out next week (meaning today) and my name was one of them. I was totally surprised; I had written down the wrong date, and apparently I had been wrong. I could have submitted a revision, but I had a feeling I couldn't do it. Interior Space needed to be put to bed and I knew it even then. But I still couldn't disobey one of the central tenants of what I've learned: don't work on more than one thing at the same time.

So I finished the story. Simple as that. In all fairness, I wasn't that far away from finishing to begin with. I recorded a journal entry when I finished, so you've got a time and a date on that. And then straightaway I began the next story, because I basically had four days to finish it.

In the middle of this craziness, I met with Lynne, my mentor, just to talk about what I've been doing and how involved she has to be in it. Total side note - she received a letter that she has to fill out about the Focus project, which we weren't told about, which feels like a pretty big oversight considering there was a sheet of questions attached to it. Aside from that, it went very smoothly. She had a lot of great things to say, which I have in my notes, about Interior Space, about the sort of strange nature of a workshop (in her words, if you submit a story on a Friday, the next Tuesday night you are bound to have a revelation), about the process of writing a story in four days to submit to workshop, etc. It was a very worthwhile meeting. Perhaps her most valuable criticism was about the opening of Interior Space; the way it began was simply not appropriate, in fact out of character, while the rest of the piece was extremely strong.I changed the beginning, just reversing a little dialogue, and haven't looked at it since.

After meeting with Lynne on Thursday, I came home and sat for many hours. I turned out a brand new story, with no notes or anything (not that long, maybe 2,000 words, which is less than half of the maximum length but I think it's quality over quantity in this case) and I was surprised how much I did in so short a time. The story was something that had been fermenting in my mind for several weeks, but almost every word of it was totally new, and when I was finished I printed it out and got ready for pen edits. From this, I learned a lot about the process of the first draft--something Interior Space didn't allow me to experience because the actual first draft of that came so long ago (side note: I went through several of my binders and found more drafts of that story that will be useful in my presentation). I learned that I cannot get attached to anything in the first draft, because almost none of it will end up in later drafts. The familiar rush of the first draft was just as good as it always is; writing for the sake of writing, without editing. I know a lot of people have trouble with their inner editor, but I don't; if something begs to be fixed, I'll fix it, but I have pretty good faith in my ability to edit later on.

On Thursday evening I had a little bit of a breakdown, I will admit. I had been doing a lot, even too much, and sometimes when I spend too much time in my own head not doing anything else it makes me feel a little bit out there, not quite connected with the world at large. Thursday evening was bad, so I took Friday off. I didn't have much to do anyway; I waited to do pen edits for a few days, so by Saturday I was feeling better. I've also been staying away from reading as much as I can, just because nothing's struck me as urgent to read at this moment.

In the first pen edit, I did a lot of work as to individual lines, which is to be expected, and totally changed the beginning. When I first had the idea, I was still immersed in medieval art & architecture (thank you, Mrs. Devito!) but not so much anymore. Instead of a tympanum, I added a television. It makes total sense in context and I was reminded, as I always am, that I cannot get too attached to anything, because I cannot keep it. The backbone of the story remained the same, and so I left it as it was.

I have to get up. I will resume this entry later.

March 7, 2012

Wednesday, March 7, 2012



I finished the story!

Much more later, but I'm proud and tired at the same time. I guess you just sort of know when you're done, and I was.

March 6, 2012

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

I've been told that I have a lot of "what I did" and not a lot of "what I've learned." That's absolutely correct. I won't bother to make the point that what I'm doing and what I'm learning are so closely intertwined that it's almost redundant to write about. I'll just start.

I come from kind of a strange position to this Focus project because I'm not a newcomer, not in the slightest. In the beginning of the year, all throughout first semester, I was in writing workshops, and that's what I did the past two summers, etc. etc. A lot of what is saying is not new to me; I have a copy of Writing Fiction, and I've actually read it. Each teacher has distinctly different language when discussing craft, but the solids are mutually settled upon.

I'm pretty good at solid things. I think because I'm a student, the idea of right vs. wrong doesn't really irk me. I accept that there is a right way and a wrong way to go about writing. I also know that none of the rules are absolutes. Experimental fiction, what I concentrated on in my first semester, concerns itself with breaking certain of those absolutes and obeying others. This is as it may be; I can make no general statements as to which can be broken and what can't, and in many ways that's not what I'm here to learn. That would take a lot more than a semester.

I have learned a lot about craft on a more advanced level from Shelly's class. That much is certain. A very concrete example would be the four kinds of showing (action, thought, dialogue, and the one that nobody can seem to agree on, Wikipedia it for more [and yes eventually I will check my notes on this]). However, I'm lucky. I'm good at showing. If there's one thing that I really catch when I'm writing, it's that I never have a lot of exposition, or a lot of telling. Of course, it can't all be showing--nobody has enough ink for that--but I'm one of those people who sort of has it easy in this department.

I can't say the same thing about point of view. These are the two categories Shelly has discussed the most with our class, and with a few exceptions it seems that everyone is really good at one and not so good at the other. I've always had a hard time with point of view on a very basic level because I don't think writing from my own perspective is interesting. I have written more personal essays than I can count, but creative nonfiction was never my goal, perhaps because at heart I am too old-fashioned and too young. I don't think my story is interesting enough in its own right to merit the kind of work that I'd like to be doing. Maybe it will be, one day. At present, though, I try to avoid the first person as much as I can. The first person to me always seemed like a hazardous choice. On the one hand, I can't imagine anyone else being interested in my own life just for the sake of it being my own life. On the other, how can I separate myself from a character? There are people (Murakami) who can write in the first person so well and so marvelously, all the time, and all of their books are different and all of their characters are tremendous and I admire that, I really do, but it wasn't going to happen for me. I've tried. It's never worked and there's no point in forcing it. On a similarly basic level, the second person is out. not hat I haven't tried it. One of the first experimental novels I ever read--Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas by Tom Robbins--is exclusively in the second person, and it is wonderful, but that always seemed too gimmicky. The content always has to fit the discourse, that I know. How it's told and what's being told always have to match up, exactly, intrinsically, otherwise the story will feel forced. Second person is the right choice for some people, but not for me.

I decided on third, and this decision took me a while to come to. In the end, it was more of a coincidence than anything else; the one viable story I had was in third person, so I wasn't really about to alter it. And the part of the story that needs to be in first person--a rather lengthy but often interrupted monologue--worked just as well in dialogue as it would have in not-dialogue. But if it were as simple as first/second/third, I wouldn't have anything to learn.

It turns out that perspective, point of view, is more scientific than any other element of creative writing, and I'm not entirely surprised.

I got distracted by the prom dress group, but I'm back.

Specifically under the third person category are numerous smaller categories that aren't entirely clear to me, even though Shelly's explained them a million times. I am planning on doing a little more reading so I can have an idea of what I'm actually in for. There's a difference between third close/limited and omniscient and all of these things seem subtle until you're being workshopped and they're absolutely glaring. I knew that was my issue. I could tell because I have two main characters in my story and I'm not exactly sure whose story it is just yet. I want it to be both, but that's much harder to achieve than I originally thought.

On this subject, Lynne had quite a bit to say (but she has quite a bit to say about everything, for which I love her!):

As for the shifts in point of view and “persons,” I actually noticed them more in this version, than the first. But before you get in any way shook up about that, I want to say that I’m not sure if that’s because I read your blog entry from a while back where you mentioned that the workshop gang had focused some on that. I was surprised about that because I actually didn’t mind it in the first version. In fact, as I was reading that one I was surprised about how your story seemed to take quite a “traditional” form (compared to other works of yours that I’d read when you were maybe a sophomore, say). So when I read along in the first version, I thought, oh, here’s where traditional meets experimental, classic meets innovative—Serena’s not afraid to shift points of view at will in aid of the story. And, since the story was strong and compelling, I found myself happily going with it and not at all bothered or tripped up by it. And I’m still not in this version, but I felt more aware of it. As I say, I’m not sure if because it’s not quite as smooth as the first or it’s simply that because I read the blog and know that others were flagging it, that I was more tuned in to it.

I guess I was extremely comfortable with the shifts in point of view, mostly you alternate them in chunks at a time—at least by paragraphs, but usually longer passages. But occasionally the POV shifts for just a sentence within a paragraph. Maybe that’s when the faint-of-heart traditionalists get a little flustered. The one other thing I can see as potentially rattling the same cages is that major shift from third person to first person in the same, um, I guess, call it the same subnarrative. So we’ve got the story of Carl and Ollie at the cathedral within the bigger story. In the beginning of the telling of that we’re getting it (I think) third person from Rodger’s POV (or is it Carl’s or is it an omniscient narrator?)—



Ollie was fascinated by the rose windows….


Ollie hadn’t washed her hair for three days…


Ollie, though, was no pillar…


Then, later, it’s part of first person dialog from Carl

“We were walking back to the hotel and I could tell something was wrong with her…”



“I thought it might have been the cathedral…”


“We ate, sort of, but it wasn’t really night yet..”


You get the idea. So is it something that has to be “fixed”? Depends on if you think it’s “broken!” The important thing to me is that you have a solid, compelling, sharply observed, well-written story. The mechanics can be changed in any number of ways—should one feel compelled to do so. The reading public at large got all freaked out a while back when a new generation of writers started, seemingly as one and overnight, dropping attribution in dialog. Instead of the constant xxxxxxx, she said/ xxxxx, Pablo replied/, writers dropped those tedious, arguably unnecessary extras and just let the exchange itself signal the reader who was speaking when. So maybe you’re just on a leading edge of breaking down POV rules to go with a more natural shifting that occurs in any dynamic situation between characters.

Obviously she likes my writing a lot more than I deserve, but she's sort of right (and I am one of those people who really like the new dialogue, as opposed to the old. I used to have the current story with no "saids", just all names, if I needed anything. I took a lot of flack for that). I sort of like the way the story slides. That said, I recognize that it has to become a lot smoother before it's anywhere near done. I'm definitely learning a lot about point of view as this goes on, but at the same time I'm trying not to learn too much, which might sound weird and counterintuitive but it's true. I want to understand the technicalities of point of view, but at the same time I don't want to start thinking about them like they're solid, because they aren't. I really do like the idea of third limited, because following one character seems like a much better idea than trying to do everything at once (and a lot more interesting) but I can't seem to figure out which character wants to be followed. They pull me in opposite directions because my two characters have essentially different lives, but both of their reactions are equally important. How do I make that make sense?

In terms of what I actually have to do, and have been doing, it's fairly simple. I went to class last night and realized that I have to hand in to workshop on Monday, which is short for me panicking. I haven't quite started doing that yet, because I have six days left, but I'm pretty close. I don't know how I"m going to have a totally new and fresh and exciting revision done by that time, but I can't imagine having a fully story turned out by then. I know I do my best work under pressure, but it doesn't make it any less painful. I finished a pen revision under some pressure and I started retyping today, but I haven't gotten too far (my project for tonight, I'd imagine). I'm also meeting with my mentor on Thursday and I'm so glad to talk to her. I'm not really stuck just yet, more confused, really. I'm also in a terrible mood, although that has nothing to do with Focus other than that it makes it very difficult to write. 

My next writing workshop is with Myla Goldberg, who I hear is kind of a big name in the literary world, how big I don't know. She's a very nice lady, I've taken a class with her before. We received one of the pieces we are going to have to read for workshop and it's quite long. Shelly enforces a 5,000 word limit, which I think is reasonable, while the first workshopee was already far over that. I can already tell it's going to be a lot of reading and a really rough bus ride. But that's okay. I signed up for that. 

My last note, and I swear to God I don't know why my entries are so long, is that I need a book to read and I've been trying to avoid it. I read another Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart, and it finally started to get a little old. I've got Henry Miller on Writing sitting on my desk and obviously Women in Love has been driving me crazy because our good friend DH is brilliant, but nothing hits me like The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles. That's not the right way of putting it. I've been contemplating Women in Love for weeks but I don't know what to write about it. I don't know what to write. All I can do is revise and more and more things come out of the revisions. I hope I'm going in the right direction. 

February 29, 2012

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

I'll start with the easy stuff first.

I'm meeting with my mentor for the first time next Thursday (because I only have first period that day). We're meeting at Starbucks to talk about the writing I've done so far, the way the workshops have been treating me, the workshop that's going to begin week after next, etc. etc. She's been sending me really great feedback, checking up on me every now and the, and I'm excited to sit down and talk with her.

I also did the buddy assignment for my partner, Michelle Aboodi, this week, and she just sent it to me. I'll do the response tonight or tomorrow--I got it, but I haven't looked at it yet. I haven't thought much about the official parts of the project yet, so it was probably good to have a reminder.

I was up pretty late last night--really late, actually. I really sat down with my papers and continued to thoroughly rewrite Short Story I. I'll talk a little bit about my process so that it won't seem confusing later on. My first drafts are always so rough and vague that it's embarrassing to have them on display (although I have a feeling I'm going to have to do that for my eventual presentation). When I first finish something, I print it out as soon as I can and then wait at least a week. I can't remember where I heard that piece of advice, but if I try to revise something before I've given time to let it settle, I'll see more faults than positive elements and I'll rip it apart unnecessarily. Once that week has passed--sometimes more, sometimes less, depending on how attached I am to the piece itself, I do pen-edits on paper (which means that it's sometimes very difficult to determine what I did when). All my drafts are double spaced with the dates on top, with the same stationary, on the same template--I'm very particular about that kind of thing. I make notes on loose leaf paper when it requires more planning and I always try to save my extra sentences, as much as possible, just in case I need them later on.

Once I'm done with the pen edits, I usually let a day pass--if only because the pen edits take me a pretty long time--and then I go back and start again. Someone once told me that there's no worse evil than copy and paste; going through a piece and trying to make edits line by lines is just going to make it messy. It's significantly more time consuming, but I rewrite the entire thing, literally, taking into account my pen marks, the text I already have, and the issues I come across when I realize I've made changes that don't agree, etc. etc.

And then I do that whole thing again.

And again.

And again. Last night I did that part where I rewrote the piece from my pen edits and it took me much longer than I thought it would. I had a lot of things to think about--Shelly's comments, Lynne's comments, the comments of the rest of the workshop. I also had more notes than I could deal with--things I wanted to include and the way I wanted to organize them. It took me a lot longer than I thought it was going to because first of all the story is not very long but is very heavy, very thick. There's a lot that needs to be dealt with and sections that need to be entirely reworked. I did pretty well, I think; at least, by two thirty in the morning I was done. I was proud that I managed to get through the entire thing but the last thing I did before I went to sleep was triple space and print it; regardless of how done I think I am, how many drafts I went through, how many times I have revised, I still have to do more. I'm ready to turn this into Myla Goldberg's class although I kind of wish I had something else to show. I began Interior Space in the spring of last year and the first drafts were just silly, were my first attempt at a short story for no other reason than I needed one. And now it's almost a year later and the damn thing is only twenty pages long--quality, not quantity, I know, but all the writing I've done, how could it possibly all lead to this? I did NaNoWriMo twice--dutifully--I have so many pages, I have so many words on my computer, so many things I've written and revised, but this short story has held my attention for some reason. Of course, I have other things going--Shelly got me good the other day, because I didn't quite try hard enough at the vision exercise, and I've been absolutely failing at keeping up the morning pages--but this short story is what I pull out every time I need to write. I'm glad I've got that document in my backpack, but I'm also sort of confused as to where I have to go now. What comes after this?

I'm also really tired. I don't know if I can do that much work every single night. I have to keep working though, definitely--tonight I'll try to keep doing some more things, if only very vague, just to stay in the hang of it.

Sorry about the long journal entry!

February 27, 2012

Sunday, February 26, 2012

I took a pretty easy two weeks because of the weekend and because I didn't have class. I guess I was lazier than I should have been, but I did some reading, which was good, and some light writing. I have to get back into the grind before I get too used to doing just schoolwork--art history and lit in particular.

A big part of my work last week was the vision exercise. It's sort of a scary thing if you think about it. You have to take yourself five years into the future and write a letter to the teacher as if that chosen future were a reality; it seems like one of Shelly's crazier ideas, but at the same time it wasn't half as easy as I thought it was going to be. I had a really hard time imagining what I'm going to know in the future, after I get out of college. The easiest part of the assignment was the writing part; I know I'm going to be writing, and I have a pretty good idea how I'm going to be doing it. I had all two weeks to do it and I did it on Sunday night, which was obviously not the best decision, but I got it done and that worked.

I workshopped four people's stories over the break--which doesn't seem like a lot more than the usual three, but it actually is--and I have another four to do this week. Since I don't have any Focus fieldwork time on Friday (art history field trip) I'm going to have to do everything on Wednesday, which I can tell already is going to be difficult. I also have to do the buddy assignment before tomorrow, which wasn't really clear to me, because it's due for Michelle before it's due for me.

Before I forget, here are my guiding questions:

Official Questions
1. What is the process of innovative fiction writing? (All locations)
2. How does the process of writing innovative fiction differ from the process behind mainstream fiction? (All locations)
3. What makes a piece of writing innovative? (Reference the research paper to answer this question) How do these techniques and devices differ or blend with my natural writing style? (All locations)
4. How does one overcome the infamous “writer’s block”? (All locations)
5. What is the effect of a workshop setting on a finished piece? (All workshops)
6. How do advanced workshops differ from beginner-level classes? (All workshops)
7. Which element of fiction (character, setting, plot, etc.) is the most difficult to accomplish in first drafts? In later drafts? (Fiction II workshop)
8. Which element of fiction is the least difficult to accomplish in first drafts? In later drafts? (All locations)
9. Which is more time consuming—first drafts or revisions? Which is more personally satisfying? (All locations)


Personal Questions (All locations)
1. How good a writer am I? How will these several weeks affect my confidence as a writer?
2. Will I want to write or edit more often? How committed will I be to writing when it is academically accepted? Will that be more or less committed than I am to writing as an extracurricular activity?
3. What are my standards for finished work?
4. How much will I rely on the workshop for feedback and input? How much of their commentary will I disregard? What will be my reasons?
5. Will I be able to overcome the occasional writer’s block? What techniques will I develop to accomplish that?

I've been thinking a lot about the difference between innovative and ordinary fiction and I admit I've strayed a quite a lot. In my workshop, one of the women turned in an experimental story and I was both impressed and also a little blase. Her piece was called "In Conversation" and I liked it quite a lot; however, I don't think it's exactly what I was intending. There's a difference between innovative and experimental to me. Experimental means James Joyce, David Foster Wallace, cerebral experiments that I spent my first semester reading and still can't quite understand. That makes sense to me. My project is steadily becoming more and more about process because experimental fiction is past me. It's more than I can do at this point. Innovative, however, is not beyond my abilities. There's something innately strange about my writing and I accept that. I look back at what I used to write when I was 12-15 and I realize that nobody else was going to be able to comb through it--it's too dense. I've gotten better, but that sort of complexity and strange quality pervades nonetheless.

My natural writing style really does exist, that's something I'm thinking about as well. How does it work? What does it do?

I'm trying to work as much as I can, but I get distracted so easily. Here's a short list of the books I've read since I began the Focus project (and I'm going to have to keep this somewhere, because it's important as it influences my writing).

  • The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Murakami, second to last week of January
  • Kafka on the Shore, Murakami, last week of January
  • 1Q84, Murakami, Feb 5 2012
  • The Marriage Plot, Eugenides, Feb 14 2012
  • Sputnik Sweetheart, Murakami, Feb 28 2012

Note: The date on this journal got messed up too. I wrote this journal on Monday to reflect on Sunday's work.

February 22, 2012

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

I'm not sure if we are required to have a post for today considering we weren't supposed to have homework over the long weekend, but better safe than sorry. It's going to be a short one today, though, because I didn't work a lot on Focus over the weekend--somehow I managed to have homework in every other class.

I've been working on revising the first short story (Interior Space) and so far it's been coming along pretty well. I have it all organized and laid out--all in handwritten notes--and I have completed a few pages as far as actual rewriting. The problem is that several of the main events need to be organized and because that draft itself was so thoroughly revised, it's difficult to copy and paste things to new places and have them still make sense. One of my guiding questions is about revision and this week has definitely helped to answer. It's been a little rocky just because of the time constraints--Lit and Art History have really been kicking in, this week in particular--but after tomorrow (after my art history test) hopefully I will be able to put more time and effort into the work I have to do for Monday. I have workshopped only one of the four pieces I have to do for next week, and I've been falling a little behind on the morning pages. I have not done the vision exercise yet (this is all from Shelly's class) but I have to get around to it, otherwise there will be trouble. Myla Goldberg's class starts in a few weeks and I'm excited for that, too--that workshop I actually had to apply to and I think it's a miracle that I got in.

I've been toying ever so quietly with the idea of a novella instead of several short stories because with every draft, Interior Space grows and grows and grows... I'm not sure what the page count would have to be on that, but I think once I start going upwards of 20-30 (which is not too far a stretch at this point) I'm going to have to consider that I might not have time to do another short story of the same length and that my time might be better spent working on a novella rather than scrambling to come up with new material. And of course I could just link scenes from my potential short stories (I have notes everywhere, literally everywhere) into the original so that I could have a multi-scene text going on. I just read The Dead by James Joyce in Lit and I have a feeling that's where I'm going to come out, although I would die to have my own work be half as good as his.

February 19, 2012

Saturday, February 19, 2012

I've been trying really, really hard to start turning out first drafts of the next story I'm writing. Thus far, at least for me, this has been the most difficult part--generating totally new material. I'm much better at revising. And last week, when I was workshopped, I realized how much work I still have to do on the first story and how good it could be if I did do that. No matter how hard I try to turn out a proper, finished first draft of the second story, I'm inexplicably drawn to the first--thinking about it, making notes about it, reading old drafts just because I can.

When I read the packet in the first week of Shelly's class about process (and again, I seem to be answering the same question) there was one particular author who felt that you could never work on more than one piece of writing at the same time, or else he gets distracted and feels that he is doing neither justice. Although I've usually been able to work on a lot of things at the same time, but this time it doesn't quite feel organic. When I rewrite Interior Space, I have to honestly rewrite it, from the very skeleton (which I have all recorded, unfortunately on paper) which seems just as important as making a first draft of a new story. And it's going to be so different--I feel like I'm convincing myself to do something I'm uncomfortable with, quitting on the second story for a little while, but I can never quite get myself to really work, to really, honestly, sit down and do something productive, on the second story. I have notes and little bits lying around, but that's more out of habit than real passion.

I don't have class this week, as it happens, so I think I'm going to take it a little more slowly on the workshopping of my peers and the rest of that work. It's good to take a week off, I think--it's a really rough class. And I have another writing assignment that I have to complete--the vision assignment, which I will journal about when I actually do it--so I've got no shortage of things to do. And also school, for a change, started to kick in, so I'm really learning to balance all of this stuff (although right now I'm on a luxurious four day weekend). It's nice to have a lot of things to do and the time to do them.

February 14, 2012

Tuesday, Feb 14, 2012

Last night I was workshopped by the Advanced Fiction group for the first time. The story I turned in is the one I have been working on up until this point (it's called "Interior Space") and I was pretty confident when I turned it in, although I knew that there were obviously some elements that have to be worked on before I'm anywhere close to done. I have scanned the notes I took during the workshop and will post them when I get home, although without any of the drafts it's pretty difficult to understand what exactly happened. Below, I summarize the main points of the workshop.

I tend to get the same criticism over and over, and last night's workshop began the same way. I'm tremendously familiar with my characters and the world they live in, but I sometimes skip steps when trying to introduce the reader. The effect is that the reader is a little bit lost as to the expository details of my story--the ages of the characters, the way the characters relate to one another, etc. I am actually getting better and better; the main suggestion of the group was that I have to give more obvious hints. The upside of my weakness in this department is that I am really good, really, really good at showing instead of telling, which apparently is unusual for writers of my age.

The second criticism I got from just about everyone was that the point of view was very strange, just technically speaking. It was written originally in third omniscient, but shifted into third multiple and even third limited. This is an element of craft that I need to do a lot of work on; no matter how many times Shelly explains it, I just don't quite get the subtle differences. I'm used to a more elementary form of the issue--if only it were as simple as first and third person! I'm allowed to have "Interior Space" tell the story of both characters, but I have to decide on a more formal perspective. The story seemed to vacillate between two character's points of view and the reader wasn't quite sure whose story it was and whom they were supposed to follow. It is very clear that one of my characters has a clear arc and a clear set of faults and desires--one of the major strengths of the work is that the characters, including this one, are so strong. The other character is well-developed but doesn't quite have an arc and doesn't seem to change over the course of the story. In the words of my teacher, I have arrived at the ending of the story--and the ending was very well received--but I haven't quite earned it. There seemed like a little gap between the end of the story within the story and the end of the text itself. This is much clearer upon actually reading drafts. I have no idea how I'm going to present any of this in the final presentation, but I guess I have time to figure that out.

The workshop went overall really well, although I guess I thought I was closer to being done than I actually was. This always seems to be the case. I've started the second short story (and I did something very wise in the first story, actually--I had a phone ring towards the end, which goes unanswered in the first text and is of no consequence but will link the reader to the second story) and I've got a first page. It's been a little more difficult than I thought it was going to be to do turn out a lot of new material, but I think some of that is a time constraint. All of a sudden, I actually have work in the 2 AP classes I still take--but at the same time, not having all the time in the world will actually inspire me to do more when it starts to get late at night.

I also have to go back to doing morning pages. I guess it's mostly that I barely wake up with enough time to brush my teeth, never mind take 25 minutes to write, but I guess I should probably start doing that...

Note: There was a little glitch with the blog and I had to take both posts down, copy and paste them into Word, and put them up again. The dates, therefore, might be slightly skewed, but the date at the top of each post is the date on which I wrote the entry.

Sunday, Feb 12, 2012

The biggest question for my second semester fieldwork is about the writing process. What is my writing process, and how is that different from everyone else's? Luckily, everyone in my field is interested in answering this question. My very first assignment for my first fiction workshop was to read a packet about process. Several different authors were interviewed, and all of their processes were vastly different. None of them were even close to mine--I draft vaguely, and then more and more and more specific, revising page by page and line by line (always on paper) until I'm satisfied.

A big part of Shelly's class (she teaches Advanced Fiction at Gotham Writer's Workshop) is what she calls creativity exercises. She's apparently a life coach on the side, so she's a big believer in routine. The first routine she introduced is called Morning Pages. At the beginning of each day, you're supposed to write three straight pages without looking up, getting as much out of your mind as possible. If you skip a day, or do the pages at night instead, you're not supposed to beat yourself up over it. I've been really good about it so far, although the notebook I picked has large pages and it makes it pretty long (25 minutes, which according to Shelly is still on the short side). It's rough to have to put aside half an hour every day, but once I got used to it, I found that it was very helpful. Unfortunately, sometimes I thought that was all the writing I could do in a day, which is a lazy excuse. Maybe getting a smaller notebook will help me.

I'm being workshopped tomorrow on Short Story I (which has a bunch of working titles that I don't really like) so this week I can begin revision in earnest. I also have to start working on Short Story II. I planned out a little bit last night, took some notes, and then put myself to bed. I'm sort of waiting for the workshop on the first short story to do any major work on the second. I know the workshops can be really harsh but also really helpful, and I want to know what this group of adults think.