Day two, and it is abundantly manifest that the hard part is not critiquing, or sleeping, or eating healthy. The hard part? Is actually writing.
I got up at 6:50am and ran around campus, which involved me getting horribly lost, digging out the map, finding myself again, then running til I was horribly lost again, rinse/repeat. We spent the morning workshopping, with a brief short-story 101 lecture on the side. The Clarion workshop style is painful for extrovert me, and it’s also a lesson in self: STFU. I have always been superverbal and tend to dominate workshop settings not a-purpose. The Clarion round-robin curtails that, and I’m finding it…dare I say, freeing? It saves me from myself, from my own terrible verbosity/accidental assholery. We each get 3 minutes. Beyond that, we must pay $$ for each additional minute. Nothing I have to say past 3 min. is worth a nickel. It’s awesome.
Then, post-lunch we were freed to…write. AAAAaaaaah! So write I have done. I rather wish I was every kind of writer other than the kind I am, but that can’t be helped. Gimmicks, they are gimmicky. This draft, it’s been fits and starts, but I just now hit my stride. Clarion-buddies, drafts will likely be incoming shortly, though I want to find out my day/timeslot first, because I’ll revise til the 11th hour.
Now I go to dinner. The food? Has been excellent. It may get repetitive by week 5, but at moment, I’ve been impressed. Well-stocked salad bar with several delish dressings. Tofu and vegetable stirfry. A salty bean stew. Tons of fresh fruit. Morning granola, even! The only things been meh are the desserts (plastic frosting), but I shouldn’t be eating those anyway.
Please think happy thoughts for me and clap your hands if you believe in fairies/that rockin’ first drafts are possible. This rough draft, I fear it.
We are not supposed to write about other students, so this is all I will say, probably 4ever: I LOVE THEM ALL LIKE CHOCOLATE AND GUMMY BEARS. But not all at once, because gross.