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Wednesday, 24 May 2017

A Semester in Review: on Red Squiggles, Failing Miserably, and the Magic in Words

I remember the day Lora and Cristina first came by our class. We discussed poetry, leafed through some of SPI’s other published work, and explored what we might want to write about. I’m not quite sure what Lora and I were discussing, but the book Like Water for Chocolate came up in conversation. Intrigued, I looked it up. While I found the plot fascinating, there were two words on screen that riveted me: magical realism. A genre I’d never heard of, yet one I’d read extensively.

Before that class, we were grasping at straws for a genre to write in. We’d thought about space fiction and fantasy, epistolary-style books and those about lunch box notes. While the idea of Singapore-based fantasy was the most fitting, it was only after that class where we finally could put a name to our ideas. Even though we tweaked the genre’s name to fit our idea, finding that first shred of inspiration began our entire writing process.

I loved the name. The word “irreal” is underlined with a harsh red squiggle whenever I type it on Microsoft Word. Though the genre exists, and is indeed real, it felt fitting for Word to mark it as misspelled. To me, it felt as if the word itself was irreal. I was so excited about the prospect of writing an irreal story that I didn’t realize how difficult it would be.

The first draft of my story was written down. It stood, vulnerable and white, on the screen in front of my mini-workshop group. Kamille and Ji Won dutifully read it, wrote comments about what they thought worked and what didn’t. By the end, the draft had been slashed open with the figurative red pen, suggestions and edits blood on the page. (Side note: I like how Google Docs’ suggestions are green instead of red; it’s much less scary).

Unfortunately, I dropped the ball on that one. I failed to give my mini-workshop group feedback on their stories. I gave myself a pass because I wasn’t around, and because February was the weirdest month of my entire year. But later, I would realize that simply not being there wasn’t a good enough excuse to not give them feedback. I could have asynchronously collaborated with them through the Google Docs comment function, or at the very least written them an email. I failed to realize the importance of early-draft feedback. Thank you for pointing it out on my previous blog entry.


Although I ended up scrapping the draft I shared for mini-workshop, Kamille and Ji Won’s comments about focusing on only one character, and also about descriptions I kept that didn’t make sense, were very helpful.

I have learned that in a community of writers, as a team-member, I must give back as much as I am given. True collaboration works only through equal effort.

In fact, it was only because of the early-draft feedback that I learned just how bad my initial irreal element was. I needed to find a new one. Deciding what my irreal element would be was my biggest challenge. I’d cycled through magical metal sand dollars, magical sandcastles, magical turtles, and nothing was working. It took Wanling’s past-midnight, sleep-deprived ramblings to get me out of my slump. (Google comments are a wonder). Even then, my accent-switch was not received well. Not everyone understood what I was trying to do, and I received a lot of helpful feedback about what was unclear in my story and areas I could fix.



When I had finally decided on my irreal element, I learned to write (and think) more clearly. In my first drafts, I had imagined a plastic switch embedded in Kavi’s thigh. I wasn’t thinking of a switch made of flesh, and I most definitely was not making a statement about puberty by putting it on his thigh. I learned to put more thought into every single detail of my story. I had to figure out what kind of switch would be on Kavi’s body, where it would be, and what it would mean.

I think the reason my story was so unclear in its first drafts was because I was too close to it. I had read it so many times that it was clear to me. I had visited my setting. I had seen, firsthand, what was going on, and so I was able to understand what I had written. It was only after workshop that I realized my draft did not make sense, and that I needed to change it.

With the draft that ended up in the book, I was encouraged to explore humor. My writing style before this had mostly been that of an angsty teenager, writing pretty sentences but not quite knowing what they meant. However, for my final draft I tried to play around with humor. As you see in the images below, it became funnier by the draft. I think that it sounded best out loud, though – it still wasn’t as funny as it could be on paper.

First draft of my radical revision:

The draft that ended up being in the book:

After failing to be a true team-player the first time, I made sure to comment on other classmates’ stories.

During our big workshop with Prof Hemley, I made sure not to shy away from the hard questions. I made a sincere effort to keep in touch with the Marketing Team, worked closely with the Events Planning Team. With the advent of the Media Kit, I was the one who took the lead on the Vision Statement, bringing together all the parts of the Marketing process and examining each of them to make sure they fit with what we were aiming for. (With the Media Kit, I also learned about the “Assign” function on Google Docs. This discovery was probably the most interesting part of the entire process! I typed in someone’s name, and could assign them a specific task!) I’m glad that in the end, I was able to become a part of the team again. Without all of us working at our best, we might not have had as successful as an ad campaign as we did.

We did it! We published a book! I’m honestly surprised that we nearly are sold out. Even though our local media campaign is pretty much over, I'm going to send an email to Emily May today about reviewing our book. I’d love to see this go global. I’m glad I took the initiative on that, and even though we did it quite late, I’m glad I’m at least doing it now. I’m not disappointed that we are doing it after everything – as I said in our meeting, when we identified possible audiences/readers for our book, I made the conscious decision to first focus on the people we could reach most easily. Now that we have, I’m going to the next level. I’m so excited for Emily May’s response. It helps that her favorite genre is magical realism.
my email draft - what do you think?


Magical realism. There’s a certain magic in the letters themselves – what the words represent, rather than what they simply say. Words like ‘leaf’, which remind me of the cliché movie shot of a leaf spiraling through the air, green and stark against a baby blue sky, a sunspot wiggling its way down the screen. Or ‘hummingbird’, which brings to mind the rapid flutter of its wings and the salmon pink flower it is flying beside. That magic, I think, is what keeps me writing.

Sunday, 12 March 2017

On Mini-Workshops, Weird Months, and Rambling Past Midnight

In my sixteen years, February 2017 was the weirdest month I have experienced. I visited three countries in three weeks: South Africa for Interim, the US just a day after I returned from Interim, and Bangkok for IASAS CulCon two days after I came back from the US. It took me all week to wrap my head around the correct time zone.

With all my traveling, I missed eight days of school. One of these days was the class we spent in a mini-workshop. Kamille and Jiwon were in my group. I was lucky that they spent time reading my piece and giving me feedback while I was away. They emailed me their comments and questions, feedback I took into consideration when working on another draft.

I already knew that my first draft, the one I shared with Kamille and Jiwon, was awful. I even emailed you, Dr. Clark, before turning in my radical revision, letting you know that I hated my irreal element. 


Jiwon's comments
Jiwon's comments, especially, helped me realize two things. The most important was that my conflict needed to relate to the irreal element. Even though I hated my irreal element, and even though I knew in the back of my head that this was crucial to sticking with the genre, the fact that conflict and irreal element needed to be related was largely absent from my story. With my radical revision, I made sure that my irreal element, while unexplained, dealt a lot with the conflict.

The second thing I learned was that while I had strung together a bunch of pretty-sounding sentences, my plot was virtually non-existent. I think I had established a conflict well, but the way my story ended at the time did not resolve that conflict whatsoever.


Kamille's comments
My radical revision took into consideration all these comments. While I know that my revision still requires some editing, I'm much happier with the irreal element and the effect it has on the story.

Kamile and Jiwon's feedback helped me focus my own story, which was extremely helpful. However, with all my traveling I didn't get a chance to give them feedback. I'm sure that they gave each other helpful feedback that allowed them to make their story more important, but I wish that I had had the time to give them my perspective.

Early draft feedback is important. It's on rare occasion (non-existent, maybe) that we see a perfect first draft. I think I speak for most of the class when I say we all know our first drafts are not great. We know we're going to change it, that we have to change it. But at least for me, I often don't know where to start in terms of changing or fine-tuning.

Three days before the draft was due, I still had no idea what I wanted to change my irreal element to. I disliked my one at the time intensely (I believed I called it "useless" in my email to you, Dr. Clark). But take a look at this exchange Wanling and I had in the comments of my story. 



Wanling, at 2 in the morning, commented something in her delirious sleep-deprived state that ended up changing the direction of my entire story. (I was considering titling this post "Ramblings Past Midnight: How a Random Comment Might Save Your Life").

That small piece of feedback was immensely helpful. If I had been around to give early draft feedback that helpful to Jiwon or Kamille, maybe their stories would be different than the ones we'll be reading on Thursday.

I don't know the current state of their drafts, but I'm sure that the feedback they gave each other was useful. I just wish I'd been there to offer my own opinion.

Monday, 27 February 2017

It's Time to CarGO: Leadership and Initiative Blog Post

The Marketing, PR, and Sales team is a cargo ship. We take the product (in this case, our book), and provide it the avenue by which it can be sent out into the world. Just as a ship can carry parts of a product or a whole, marketing works in two ways: we can broadcast specific parts of our book by posting our cover on Goodreads or our title on Facebook without having the entire product, or we could publicize the entire book by selling it in bookstores. 

In short, our purpose is to ship our book out to the public.

While it's somewhat our job to make sure the book is appealing to readers, the idea of aesthetics and a coherent book falls to the design and editorial teams, respectively. We're here to take what we have and sell it. We're mainly the ship, but we're also the colorful cargo containers that house the product.

As of now, we've been able to load a few parts of our book into the cargo hold. But first, we created a list of nearly everything we need to do as team (along with deadlines). Even though I'm not the official leader of our team, I've made an effort to lead without overshadowing the official leader. I assigned roles and tasks for our class's team, and the other class's Marketing, PR, and Sales team assigned their own roles. Even before taking the initiative to assign roles, I suggested the idea of (and went on to create) our class's email address: atwritingseminar@sas.edu.sg.

Currently, I'm the liaison for the SAS Communications office as well as in charge of contacting Kinokuniya. I've already created a class Goodreads account and added our unpublished book to the website. Now that we have a title, I'm soon going to update it, but without a cover it's still difficult to get attention. One way we've gone around that roadblock is by writing a Journeys article (I wrote one half, Chloe wrote the other). It will be published as a part of a feature on AT courses. Because AT courses are relatively new, I think concerned parents will be trying to do as much research as they possibly can on the program. The feature will serve two purposes: publicizing our book, and assuaging parents' worries and fears.

(Update: I attempted to change our title, but Goodreads is preventing me from doing so for some reason. I sent a message to the Goodreads librarians asking for help.)

A ship can't leave the port without what it came for, and our team can't leave the publishing dock without the parts of other teams. We rely on the work of other teams to help get our project out on the sea: Design's cover page, Event Planning's dates, times, and venues, and Editorial's final version of our short story collection. There's a lot we're waiting for before we can go on to contacting bookstores and creating hype for our book.

Right now, we're waiting in the harbor. We're anchored down, so our main purpose hasn't been fulfilled quite yet, but we have enough slack on the rope to move around, enough time to refuel. Just enough to prepare for the real cargo.

Saturday, 15 October 2016

Sorry, Emily Dickinson, It Was Inevitable

Working in a group has helped me gain some insight. I learned that writing is not only about myself. It is about the people who will read it. Some writing is personal - my journal, for instance, allows me to reflect on my day and sets aside some time for introspection. Most writing, however, is for an audience. Whether an essay, a novel, or a poem, someone is bound to read it at some point. Even Emily Dickinson, as introverted as she was, couldn't escape that fate.

When people other than the author read the author's work and analyze its meaning, it's a testament to the writer's skills if the readers are able to correctly interpret the purpose of the piece. Writing doesn't come as easily to me anymore. I take this as a good sign; instead of just putting any words down on the page, I am focused on choosing the right ones. I'm taking the time to find ways to express my purpose clearly.

My most recent workshop piece - a narrative titled Only the Ground is Constant - is a forage into my head. It is the only piece I can remember that with every sentence, thought of my objective. I'm not too satisfied with the title, but I suppose once the narrative has been workshopped, it shouldn't be too difficult to find a new one. 
my narrative plan; purpose is blocked out just in case you're reading this before you read my story!
As for working individually, that has helped a lot too. First drafts are eked out when I'm writing individually. They're godawful first drafts, that's for certain, but without them I would never write anything at all. Sitting alone in my room, listening to Spotify's Deep Focus playlist, I find that I'm most productive. It also gives me a chance to look back on past journal entries, think back on my week, write unintelligible things on scraps of paper. Those unintelligible things are almost always story ideas that I fear I will lose if I don't write them down.

The reason I can never do these things in a group is because when I'm alone, I am able to focus a lot more. I can experiment without being self-conscious or distracted. Experimenting with new metaphors (especially since I need to improve my figurative language use), with story ideas I'm not too comfortable sharing with an audience yet.

Writing individually has helped me become a better writer because when I'm alone, I'm more likely to try new things and see for myself whether I like it or not. Writing a story in a new style is great, and stepping out of my comfort zone is great, but if I know for certain what I have attempted sucks, I don't feel comfortable sharing it with other people yet.

I've already noticed an improvement in my own writing; I find myself employing what we learned in class for my college essays. Personally, I believe my workshop submission reflects my improvement as a writer. I hope that my readers feel the same way.

Friday, 16 September 2016

When to Fall Asleep on the Bus, and Other Observations

Looking back through a month's worth of entries, I'm pleasantly surprised to find information that could end up in a story. The girl with blue hair I see while getting on the bus every morning has recently dyed the blue part purple. On Welcome Back Day, my lunch table quite literally broke in half. The sound of a mongoose, I've discovered, is the cross between a mechanical bird chirp and a sprinkler. 


My journal is a place for little revelations, where I try to make sense of everything that's going on in this chaotic senior life. My favorite discovery: ఒళ్ళు మండిపోయింది (ollu mandipoindi -- Telugu for "extremely angry") literally means "limbs burning," which is an accurate expression for how one feels when they're angry. I've found that the best sleep on the bus comes in the two minutes between the Elementary School and the Middle School. Although I haven't quite discovered yet whether my dog merely likes the fish in my room or is waiting for a chance to eat it.

However, if there's one thing I'd change about the way I currently journal, it's the Drawing. I'm not sure how significant it is, and I'm confused about what I should draw - should it be a depiction of one my observations? Apart from that, I wish that instead of 7 things we did today, 5 things we saw, and 1 thing we heard, we only have to write down the important, interesting things. Currently, when I'm writing in my journal, I worry I have nothing interesting to say. Every entry begins with a variation of "finished homework for ________," or "studied for test in ______ next class."

That being said, journaling has become a habit, and I've become more attuned to the world around me. Whenever I hear something interesting, I think, that should go in my journal, and I write it down immediately. (I like the Heard section the best, since they are snippets of conversation I can use in my own writing to make it more realistic).

As an introvert, I'm already rather quiet. As a writer, doubly so. But because of the journal, I'm observing more, too. 

Hope and a Sense of Direction

The nights before Workshop are my favorite. I take time away from the complexity of calculus and the practicality of physics to just read. Even writing pockmarked by punctuation errors and riddled with plot holes helps me breathe slower, more deeply. I'm no longer rushing; the heaviness of my head is relieved.

The day my poem was to be workshopped, I was terrified. I knew it was cliche and inconsistent. The only thing I had going for me was the title, and I couldn't even pronounce that correctly. (I mean, seriously, tell me how long it takes you to say the word mauerbauertraurigkeit).

I've always enjoyed writing, but insecurities began in English 10, where I learned to analyze literature. I was feeling both disgusted by and sorry for Jay Gatsby when I realized that my writing was not as focused - in my own writing, I wasn't thinking about purpose. I admired, but simply could not understand how every word in a John Steinbeck or Harper Lee novel played a role. I began to worry that I would never be that good (I sure wanted to be).

As Prof Hemley writes in his book, writing isn't something that just happens. It, like any other skill, takes practice. AT Writing is step one for me. Workshop both exposes gaps in the purpose of my writing and helps me feel better about my own writing. 

Before Workshop, I wasn't very sure about how well the rest of the class and I would get along. Writing so often seems a solitary exercise, yet we all need people to tell us where to improve. I found workshopping a piece with (mostly) total strangers to be invaluable. I was worried about my classmates forming an instant opinion of me based on my work, but it turned out that their ability to spin my poem's faults into hilarity took away that nervousness entirely. Strangers are more of the demographic I am trying to reach as a writer - if my classmates don't understand what I'm doing, it's very likely my readers won't, either. That being said, it helps to have a good relationship with the people who critique my work. That way, I don't feel harsh or accusatory as a reader, and I know that the other readers aren't trying to be.

There were important lessons hidden among the innuendo and laughter: a metaphor that is no longer a metaphor has become a cliche. make your reader care about your characters. workshop the piece, not the craft. Workshop helped me gain more confidence, Now, I will make sure to know the purpose of my writing. For the first time since that devastating epiphany in English 10, I have hope, and a sense of direction.