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Unititled Story: First Draft

We're working on revising one of our works for class. I chose a short story that's still in it's draft phase.

I'm going to put each draft on here for comparison.

First Draft
Word count: 2,600

Summary: A woman in a grocery store.

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Oct. 5th, 2012

Lol at me checking to see if ONTD accepted me.

I was less anxious applying to school.

One year

since it ended, and you'd think I'd be over it.

I'm so annoyed with myself I can't imagine how my friends/family feel about me.


U G H.

I'm alone in the office today.

I'm going to:
fantasize about proposing to Cullen Jones tomorrow
take a long lunch
play music really loudly

get a lot of work done

Two years of change, you guys.

I graduated.
I got into grad school.
I moved across the country.
I broke up with the boyfriend.
I drank. A lot.

I love you. I love you. I'm sorry.

I didn't think it was that bad...

 Okay, guys--

I'm taking a Lit Analysis class this semester and, thus far, it has been successful in completely destroying any confidence I had in my writing, or my ability to write. My teacher has constantly given me low grades for papers--after giving me positive feedback on my drafts. I'm used to A's and B's and this is really eroding at my self-esteem. 

On the other hand, the papers have been on poetry, and that is not my strong point. To say I don't like poetry is to say that Hitler just didn't like the Jews. 

Well, that's a bit extreme.

I don't want to rid the world of poetry, I just want to stop analyzing it. I love looking for hidden meanings and mixed metaphors as much as the next person; but, with any form of literature you can go too far. There were times when I wanted to tell my professor that she was pushing it--but she fancies herself correct all the time. I'll just have to be content with rolling my eyes. Anyway, it's frustrating. My assignments lately (for all classes) seem tedious. 

On the plus side, the weather has been absolutely beautiful lately, and I've been spending every available hour out of doors--whether it be at the park, or walking across my complex to take out the trash. The Weather Channel has been saying it's going to reach the 80s this week. That means shorts! Short shorts! My legs have been longing to be free and shown off. Now that is something I'm good at--showing off my body! Peace, babes.


Writer's Block: Countdown

If a catastrophe struck and you had to leave your home in a hurry (and never return), what items would you grab in your last ten minutes, and why?

I would bring my booboo (blankie), because I'm immature like that. And my seven Harry Potter Books, and my external hard drive. It has my life on it.


The First Entry

 I wish I could tell you, Friends, how many times I have started an online blog and/or journal. Each time, I had the wholehearted intention of making regular updates and the like. This time, I will make no such promise (or, at least, no written promise to use as proof) to maintain this journal. 

 I am a student at the University of North Texas. As an English major with starry-eyed dreams of leaping into the world of publishing and writing, I realize that I need to work on my writing regularly. My father suggested  I write a short story every day, but in case you didn't know, writing a short story usually takes longer than a day. My father does marketing research so, alas, he doesn't understand. I'm going to grad school. I don't know where yet, but I do know it will not be in the state of Texas.  We don't have a good relationship and I think it's time we part--for good. 

Wow. Everything I've written so far sounds so...stiff. I promise you, Friends, I am not uptight. I have a very good (very mean) sense of humor. In fact, I'll even acknowledge that I am aware of my lack of audience. If I pretend I'm actually writing to someone, maybe I'll feel obligated to keep it up. It's twisted, yes.

Anyway, I should go. I have homework for technical editing due tomorrow.