My yard is a disaster it’s still too wet outside to rake. We have the only tree in the neighborhood whose leaves had turned brown and are now falling. In fact, our particular type of tree has these poisonous spiky green walnut things that crash everywhere and sound like someone is knocking on the door or pounding on my car.
It’s also my last week of summer and since I still don’t have a job I’m spending my days on dishes and Sims and writing when I finally get into the mood to do it. I don’t know how it is for everyone else, but for me it’s easier to write when I’m crazy busy and can avoid doing my actual required work by writing instead. Yet when I have nothing to do I have no interest and must fight myself in order to be productive. But maybe that’s because I sit around in my pajamas.
Although I am about to start some creative volunteer work that I’ll talk about when I get further into it.
I am working on a few short stories, which feels good. They actually have ending and I can work on editing them every day. What I do is usually read through them once and edit as I go, and then I start over again from the beginning and go sentence by sentence, word by word. Since I usually use Microsoft Office I put on track changes so that I must force myself to review every change that I’ve made and can actually see my process through colors and underlines and strikethroughs. I’m a visual learner. I will then look at the story as these paragraph blocks that I have to rearrange like a child, when they must fit the right ones through the right shaped holes.
I got more serious about meticulous editing through an essay about line editing where they discussed ZZ Packer’s story “Drinking Coffee Elsewhere.” It showed the changes she made from a draft and it made so much sense and it was nice to see an author’s process, not just the final result. Humanizing.
I’m thinking I may actually post some of my writing on here when I get the confidence to do it, we’ll see. But for now, all the leaves are falling and that’s okay because it’s reminder that they’ll come back fresh and green in spring.