How I Horrified and Encouraged Myself With My Own Writing

So I found my old laptop the other day and decided to see if it still works. Maybe I could put it to use or do something with it. I turned it on and scanned through the documents saved on the hard drive to make sure I had transferred everything I wanted from it to my new computer (let it be known that I got my new laptop December 2012). Because it's been about two years since I last used that computer, the files on it were outdated to say the least. I found the old Microsoft Word file of my manuscript that is now completed and giggled to myself (I have since transferred over to the magnificent Scrivener). I decided to read what little I had back then and see how my editing had improved it.

Let me just say that I was not prepared for what I read.

I actually laughed out loud at parts of it. I cringed at the beginning and how awful it was. I shook my head at some of the stuff I have since cut from the story and don't even get me started on the stuff I changed.

The point here is that in the past two years, I've done a heck of a lot of editing. Sometimes it feels like I haven't accomplished anything in the way of editing. I'm on my fourth draft of editing and I often feel like I should be on like draft ten by now. School is busy, life gets crazy, and I just don't get as much editing done as I'd like (summer, come faster). 

But reading that two year old draft put things in perspective for me. I realize now that I actually have gotten a lot done. Even though I may not be as far in the process as I wish I was, I'm still pretty darn far, and I lost sight of that. Reading that horrifying two year old work-in-progress made me realize how much I really have accomplished in the last two years.

It also showed how much better my writing has gotten. A few parts (a very, very few parts) were basically the same, but the writing itself was just SO much better. My overall writing skill and storytelling is so much better than it was. Of course, I still want to improve it, but it's come a long way. 

So if you ever want a good laugh, read your super old writing. It's horrifying, but in a totally good way.

Why I Don't Care What People Think (And How)

Happy New Year!

Okay, so I'm a little late. Christmas break caught me totally by surprise and blogging, unfortunately, was not a priority. I was busy applying to graduate school, spending time with family, and, of course, writing! But it's a new year and I'm back to blogging.

I was actually struggling with what to write about, but then someone gave me a topic without meaning to.

Since I am graduating this spring (!!!), I have been meeting with different faculty members in my department to make sure I'm on track and getting everything done that I need to get done before then, and one particular faculty member said something interesting. 

I was meeting with her to make sure the online degree progress tracking application wasn't doing crazy things (it was doing crazy things, but that doesn't affect my graduation, thank goodness), and she asked about my current plans. The conversation went a little something like this:

Professor: So what do you plan to do after you graduate?

Me: I actually just finished applying to graduate school.

Professor: Excellent. Based on your grades, I don't think you should have any trouble getting in to graduate school. Did you apply for political science or history (my two majors)?

Me: Actually neither. I applied for creative writing.

Professor: .........Oh. I don't know anything about that department. Well if and when you don't get in, feel free to come back to me and we can talk about some other career options.

Ouch, right? I can't say that I wasn't a little miffed. I know she probably meant well and was trying to be helpful, but she admitted that she didn't know anything about that department (since she is a history professor), and she still insinuated that I had little to no chance of getting in. 

Which I think is especially rich, since she claimed I would have no problem in a different department. But I digress...

So she definitely ticked me off. I don't deny that. But it didn't upset me nearly as much as I thought it would or as much as my parents thought it would. I walked out of her office thinking "that was a jerk move" rather than totally being shaken and freaking out. The old me, the me that was a reality just a year ago, would have had a complete panic attack. 

But I didn't have a complete panic attack. Why not? Well, I'll tell you.

I didn't freak out because failure isn't an option for me. When I really want to do something, nothing will stop me from achieving it. Some may call it passion, some may call it stubbornness, but either way, I can't be stopped once I commit. A year ago (and every year before that), I hadn't committed to anything. I couldn't. I had no idea what I wanted out of life or what I wanted to do. And that caused a lot of paralyzing fear. So someone basically telling me that I most likely won't succeed would usually shake me up.

But it didn't, because I'm not worried. I'm fairly confident in my ability to get into grad school. That professor hasn't read my writing sample, but I have, and I know it's good. She doesn't know about my dedication to writing, but I know that I write at least 1500+ words a day (often more). She actually knows nothing about me other than my history major GPA. 

And even if I don't get into grad school, there are other ways to achieve my goals. I can always apply again next year and just take some time off to write. Grad school is just one road to where I'm going, but it isn't the only one.

Now before you think that this professor is a completely awful human being, let me just say that she totally isn't. She has actually been extraordinarily helpful in many other ways. This just isn't her area. She was trying to be helpful and let me know that I have other options in case this one fails, but she has no way of knowing how dedicated I am to pursuing writing. And that's ok, because she's not a writing professor.

So if she had said that to me a year ago when I was considering grad school for something I didn't care as much about and was really uncertain about pretty much everything, I probably would have had a total meltdown. But she didn't say it then. She said it now. And right now, I've never been more sure about anything in my life. 

So what I'm trying to say here is that if you really want it, no one will be able to stop you. Countless people tried to deter my sister from being a lawyer for a medley of reasons, but she didn't let it stop her because it's what she really wanted. She was able to push on in spite of opposition because she was passionate about what she was doing.

Now, I'm in no way comparing this to what my sister faced because people were outright nasty to her at times, but we certainly share the same stubbornness, and sometimes stubbornness is a good thing. It keeps you on track when other people, whether intentionally or not, try to derail you.

So even though this professor ticked me off and I definitely ranted about it to my parents later, I'm not discouraged, and I'm not giving up. This is what I really want. And after nearly twenty years of being completely confused about what I want to do, I won't be deterred now. Far be it from me to let someone stop me now.