Books, Editing, Books.

So last night I wrote my final exam of the school year. Thank God. I was ready to be done with my courses back in March. It felt like the year just kept dragging on.

Now that that’s over with I now have time to edit my novel and work on my own projects. My goal is to complete this first edit by next week. I’ve already finished a good chunk, and I figure if I create a schedule I’ll be able to finish by then.

Setting deadlines for myself is extremely helpful, because when I first began writing I couldn’t stop. It was as if no matter what I had to write. Ever since I put my first novel on hold, I’ve been writing in a more…staggered pattern. Usually bouncing between projects, or suddenly choosing to do work out of the blue. It may also have to do with the fact that I’m an English major and I’m being forced to read and write versus doing it because I find it enjoyable.

I’ve recently been asked if I’ve been compiling a list of beta readers and editors. At this time I have a very rough idea of people, however it isn’t set in stone. I decided early on that I wouldn’t ask until I was satisfied with my own edits. Once that’s done I’ll let other people review it.

My Mom attempted to peak at my writing during Easter. I don’t believe I have ever shown her my writing. I’m not sure if it is her taste, and also she tends to prefer reading non-fiction. I think I’ll let her read this novel…since honestly it is a hundred times better than the six book series I’d been working on back in the day…yikes.

Anyway, at this point in time I feel like I’m in the very early stages of editing. I’m trying to tweak the first half of the novel which was written in 2013 to fit my current writing. It can be a little tricky at times, because there are sentences I really like and then there are sentences that I completely tear apart and rearrange. I think when I had started the novel I was trying to work on being more descriptive. This was before I realized that I really enjoy writing dialogue, and began using that to push the story along versus dragging out scenes where I described the colour of the wall. Don’t get my wrong, I don’t dislike lengthy descriptions but unless describing the scene is significant to that particular passage I don’t see a point in making my readers go through “Charles Dickens–like” descriptions.

I’m not bashing Charles Dickens, I just scored one of his novels the other day for only a buck. I have a little collection of his work. Oliver Twist is still my favourite so far, but it might just be because I used to rent Oliver and Company from the library every Friday with my Mom when I was in kindergarten. Those were the good old days. How did my parents not see this coming? I mean, I preferred reading Curious George and Cat in The Hat over going to my swimming lessons. I’ve had a journal since the first grade. I started writing stories when I was like five years old…very interesting ones. Mostly about animals…and occasionally “zoom-bies” but hey, we all start somewhere.

Not to mention my Nana is a book lover, and so are my aunt and uncle on my Dad’s side. I’ve been exposed to people who love to read, and my Dad shares the same name as a well known author (yes he’s been asked to sigh books before).

Yah…how did they not see this? Then again it was my neighbour who told them to put me into music. I Guess the only thing they really noticed was my love for drawing. My Nana actually made a scrap book of drawings I made as a little kid. They’re not terrible.

Well…I have a few things I’d like to do this morning. They’re not exactly work related but I just wrote an exam last night I want to relax for a bit, before I decide to suddenly jump into editing. I’ll probably do a few chapters this afternoon. I also want to do a bit of sketching this weekend.

Well bye for now,

–R.

 

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For Your Convenience

You might think that it’s cool to ignore me for  several weeks at a time, until its convenient for you but its not. You’re just so busy all the time, getting your hands into everything that you miss out on things that are way more important than the twenty things you have to do before eleven o’clock at night. Plus, while you’re out there keeping your calendar filled, you neglect the people and instead complete the tasks.

I feel a little bad, because I have a feeling that you assume I’ll be around when you’ve got time in your busy schedule. I won’t be. Sure, I’m a patient person but I’m not waiting around for someone who doesn’t give me the time of day.

Perhaps you think I didn’t “support” you as much as I should’ve. Well, I supported. Not once did you give any support back. I doubt you even took much interest in learning about what I like to do, since you seem to forget entire conversations in which I told you about myself, however I’m still able to recall what it is you’ve got to do on that busy schedule of yours. Luckily I didn’t get attached to you, or else this would be a huge mess.

Anyway, I’d kindly like to get on with my life, like I’ve been doing since January, without you popping up every couple of weeks asking me for favours. I’m not here for your convenience. If I do something nice for you its because I don’t want to seem like a huge jerk and not because I have feelings for you. Actually, we didn’t even spend enough time together for me to actually figure out how I felt about you. I don’t even know if we’re supposed to break up since you’re the only person I’ve dated, but since we weren’t “going steady” I’m assuming that I’m free to do as I please without breaking the news to you. It’s not like you had time for me anyway, because hanging out for an hour apparently takes up too much time. It should be pretty obvious that there is basically no relationship here what-so-ever.

I’d really like it if you could just stop. Its cool that you like to work and what not, but when you’re too busy for your friends and ultimately too busy for your education and other obligations then something is wrong. I wish you the best, and hope that you’ll learn to leave some blank spaces on your calendar. I’m don’t hate you and I’m not angry either, I just don’t want to be someone’s convenience anymore. I shouldn’t have, had to of been putting in all of the effort to make this work.

Well, have a good life and all. I’ll probably see you around in classes and stuff…hopefully you have time to show up.

Seriously…I don’t hate you and I wish you’d stop acting like I did you wrong. We weren’t even close to being in an actual steady relationship and we’ve barely interacted since December. It’s March now. I don’t know what I should feel guilty about?

Anyway, peace out. I have things to do like eat yogurt, drink lemon-lime Gatorade and go meet some cool kids at the library.


Hey everyone,

I don’t really like to rant on here, but I didn’t want to go ranting to my friends and family about this for a second time this week. This whole situation has just been bugging me, and I needed to get it off my chest before I started cracking down on my essays and prepping for exams. Better to clear the mind than to keep it cluttered, and this is coming from the kid who got called “Pack-rat” in grade one for having the messiest desk.

Have a great week. Enjoy the sunshine.

— R.