One of these days, I will learn not to procrastinate. Today is not that day.
I’ve been putting off a lot of things lately in order to get an application in. Except I’ve been doing just about everything to avoid it.
Well, the deadline was midnight. As I said over on Facebook, nothing like leaving things to the eleventh hour. But! It’s finished. At least, as finished as it’s going to be. And submitted with hours to spare.
So hard deadlines are a good thing for me. Because I will meet them, one way or another.
Part of the application (for a writing workshop) is an essay detailing background and reasons for applying. These are not things I’m good at articulating. In fact, any attempt at essays still reeks of academic writing, which I so did not want to be using. It took me at least a dozen attempts before I had anything that did not make me want to gag myself on a spork.
This blog may have helped me more than anything. When I started this, I decided not to apologize for my opinions or observations. That probably been the most difficult aspect of these posts. Any time I make a joke or share my opinion, I start to apologize. I spend a lot of quality time with my “delete” button.
Why can’t I say crazy, outrageous things? Why am I so conditioned to apologize for HAVING AN OPINION?
Writing this essay was worse, because the whole point is to get in. The filters were even hard to turn off. So I left a few of the crazier, more opinionated things stay. It’s better for having them; it’s definitely more interesting. But I don’t think I would have had the guts to leave them in, if not for the practice I’ve had here.
Melissa Burkart 
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was a wee bit nervious (and occasionally terrified) about the world around her. She had exactly two opinions of her very own (purple and blueberries) and although she was easily contented, her mommy worried that she’d never have another opinion of her very own, because that little girl was so good at figuring out what other people wanted her to say and she wouldn’t say anything else. Well that little girl grew, and she grew, and she grew, and she grew, and she is AWESOME! And she has lots of opinions, and is even brave enough to be outrageous at times. And that is as it should be. You make your mommy proud 🙂
Thanks, Mom. ♥
God knows that I’ve fallen prey 2 the procrastination demon, but as of this texting, I’ve roughed out about 10 pgs of my (may, or may not be seen) graphic novel. And cynic, that I am, I’m actually jazzed!
As far as I’m concerned, no1 should feel in any way marginalized 4 having their own POV, about whatever the subject/topic is. Should some1 be offended by whaterer’s being said, by whomever’s saying it, well…that’s their cross 2 bare (no religious inference intended)
take care MJ
Congrats on the ten pages! That’s pretty awesome.