I am writing the most ridiculous piece of nonfiction in the history of ridiculous nonfiction pieces. I have no idea what my poor workshop partner is going to think tomorrow. Poor soul.
Honeybunches, I may not be able to show this one to you: you'll probably want to throttle me for my portrayal of us as children. But you must admit, we were KIND OF A
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Although my partner today had not finished her paper-- she thought the due date was thursday. So I had nothing to do... and now I'll have to read it later on my own time. Plus! My paper was super embarrassing, especially because it became the only paper being talked about. -__________-
But yeah, workshops. Kinda pretty much like a beta. (except they have no choice heh)
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*ahem*
Why was your paper the only one being talked about? :X
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Oooh my paper was the only one being discussed because... she didn't have one. XD
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Ooooh, the only one being discussed between you and your partner? I assumed the whole class. :X
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Sharing a piece of writing or a piece of art is always nerve wracking. It's like sharing a piece of your soul, and it makes you nervous how the other person responds to it. I've always hated the sharing part of writing workshops.
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And also because... writing really can be very subjective. GAH. Such torture
Heh, I actually find I write wonderfully from about 12pm-1am. But by 2am you had better believe my brain has vacated the premises and gone to bed with or without my body.
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For example, this most recent paper... I glanced down at the first page and scanned it to find that instead of writing "sprinting" I had typoed with "springing." *laugh*
Oh yes, as for embarrassment, there's a line from the book I'm currently reading that sums it up pretty nicely: "Humiliation is a thign never forgotten." Whyyyy is it that the most mortifying things tend to stick with us for so long?
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I do stupid things as well. I print at least three copies of a paper from editing it. Last mistake I made was writing "wither" which I then changed to "whether"... but when reading aloud to my English lass, realized I actually wanted the word "either". It was a silly mistake that my sister asked if I meant a word, and I wasn't paying much attention (probably 3 in the morning or something), so I said yes. xx;
When I was younger, I spelled my own last name incorrectly on a poem that eventualy got hung up in the school. The teacher showed my parents at back-to-school night, and they were like, hm, she spelled her name wrong. xD;
Silly, silly.
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Hahahahaha, oh, that word mix up of yours is funny. But why does English have to be so finicky??
And I totally used to spell my last name wrong, too. Allll the time. -_____-
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Is your last name...that...difficult? xD;
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And no *laugh* my last name is not difficult to spell at all. It's pretty generic. Like spelling Smith wrong. -_______-
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