It’s completely ok to feel your way through things and not know what you’re going to do next.
— BLUEPRINT (@printmatic) August 5, 2015
Thank you, Blueprint. Tell me it is going to be okay.
For this week’s installment of Readerly/Writerly, I would like to take a walk through the early progression of an amateur writer, one I will name YouMeHimHer, a most curious, conflicted creature.
Anonymity is important because some of this is embarrassing.
I should know.
Thank you for sending us “
—-“. We appreciate the chance to read this work. Unfortunately, it does not suit our upcoming issue. Best of luck in placing this writing elsewhere.
YouMeHimHer wakes up from a dream,
thinks maybe a short story could start that way, thinks, Maybe I can write it, then writes the first draft by hand while thumbing through The Sun Also Rises. The dream story includes plenty drinking (whiskey served neat and cold wine, the wine bottles so cold they “sweat”), and has a one-word title like “Dreamscape.” YouMeHimHer transcribes the story, prints it, puts it through one revision. What follows is a typhoon and then cartloads of scattered debris.