This meme was stolen from the lovelytheladyisatiger with the intent of making someone feel good about today.
We can all feel a little sucky about our writing ability sometimes. So this is the meme to try and deal with that. Comment here and I'll give you detailed love for as many of your fics as I can. Afterwards, post this in your own LJ and spread the love.
OMG OMG OMG GUYS GUYS GUYS.
You know how I sometimes write stuff that isn't fanfiction? No? Well...I do. Not lately, but I do. And last spring, back when I was still at the glorified high school that is Niagara County Community College, one of my professors convinced me to enter an essay I'd written about my uncle's funeral into a contest. I hadn't expected anything to come out of it -- the contest was open to schools all across the country, two- and four-year alike -- and after I sent in my entry I kind of forgot about it. I had a million other things on my plate at the time (getting ready to graduate in May, working on a secret, ongoing project with Harper, trying - and failing - to improve my art skills by taking a drawing class, and so on...), so my entry in a contest that was open to the entire country and probably had thousands of people entering it kind of slipped my mind. I figured that it was enough just sending something in, putting myself out there and all that, and then I went back to being terrible at drawing shadows on boxes.
This morning, I got an e-mail from the president of The Norman Mailer Writer's Colony, the people who hosted the contest. I didn't win, but I was one of the five finalists out of over 2000 entries. I don't get the $5,000 check and I don't get to go to the Colony's writing seminar in the summer, but I do get a trophy. This. Is. AWESOME. *dances*
I'm typing this on a computer at school so I don't have the essay with me, but if anyone is interested I will definitely post it later!
A few days ago, after a conversation with the lovely Harper, I decided to look at some of the old notebooks I have stashed away on my bookshelf. Now, the thing is, I love spiral notebooks. I do. I've been writing in them since I was old enough to hold a pen, and because I want to have an archive of my life (read as, "I'm a pack rat who never throws anything away"), I've still got almost every single notebook I've had since middle school.
Anyway, talking about how we've "evolved as writers" made me want to look back and see how far I've come. Here's what I've learned so far:( Abondon All Faith, Ye Who Enter Here... )
As embarassing as some of these things are, it's good to see that I have actually grown as both a writer and a person since I started these notebooks. But just because I've "accepted" this, it doesn't mean that anyone else will ever see how bad everything was until I'm dead and no longer have to suffer through the teasing that would inevitably follow. I still might have to haunt them, though. Just for kicks. :o)