I hope this finds you all well. I just got my packet response back last night and it wasn’t all bad. The parts that she thought needed work were things that I always struggle with on first drafts, so that’s a good things. Well, it’s a good thing insofar that I was not surprised by any of her comments, but maybe since I knew that those were areas I needed to work on I should have done more editing before I sent it off. Oh well.
The type of feedback that I got was something that my writing has always needed, but I have never found someone other than my undergrad teacher (bless his heart) who would take the time to critique it in the way I needed. Now that I have that connection I can’t wait to see how I will grow.
I have been pleasantly surprised how much improvement I’ve already seen in my writing since I turned the first packet in. I think since I have time that I can devote to just working on my writing I’ve been seeing improvements faster than I imagined. Writing as always been my passion, but it has always been something I’ve had to put on the back burner because of school and life, as I’m sure other people understand all too well.
Being in this program for even this short amount of time has really solidified the fact that this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. There have been times when I’ve been reading school work and suddenly think, “Oh, shoot I need to be doing something more useful with my time instead of leisure reading”, but then I realize that this work that I’m enjoying so much is what I should be spending my time on. Quite a moment of revelation.
Basically, school and education are the best things ever so long as you find your obsession!
Happy Friday, dear readers!
So, this is my new/old copy of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s works. It was published by Viking Portable Library in 1945. I’ve been drooling over this book for months. It was at Gallagher Books in Denver, which is an absolutely fantastic place that sells rare, antique, and collectible books. Thank goodness it was expensive enough that most people probably balked at buying it, but there is something rather special about this copy. The introduction, written by John O’Hara, was a good friend of Fitzgerald, and has insight into the pieces that were selected for this compilation.
I’m about fifty pages into Gatsby as of last night, and while I have read it before, I must say that it still holds some excitement in reading it again. I read it high school, which I’m sure we all did, but now having a few years, and a lot more reading, under my belt, I think that a different feel to it now.
Anyhow, this post done for one of two reasons. I really wanted to show everyone my new book! And, because The Great Gatsby comes out in theatres on Friday! I know I’m going to see it!
As an avid reader and writer I have always wondered how, and why, people become so attached to the characters within stories. One of the first books that ever caught my attention, and really started my love of reading, was Dragonflight by Anne McCaffery. As a young girl it was full of adventure, and I felt a connection to the female protagonist. Looking back on it now, it is still one of the most tattered books I own, probably because I pick it up constantly just to flip through its pages. In reality, it didn’t need to have the fantasy elements for me to love it, and that is because I fell in love with the characters. I think that is the main reason I have devoted my life to literature: I feel an emotional connection to the characters and their struggles.
Over the years my reading has included more Fitzgerald and Shakespeare than McCaffery, but that doesn’t mean McCaffery’s stories won’t hold a special place in my heart. I have a problem with people who say that books read just for fun are not literature. If we took each book and based its merit on the complexity of the sentences, or the depth of the thematic purpose, then we might find the books that say something uniquely profound about our society and how we function. Certainly, these titles cause English majors and other books enthusiasts to leap with joy (literally or metaphorically? you decide), but there is something about that one book that sparked that part of your brain making you want to read more. That’s because it says something about you as a person. Regardless if the first book you fell in love with was a fantasy novel, or a poem by T.S. Eliot, it opened up new doors for you that wouldn’t have been discovered had you not given the first book a chance.