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afterthought as to how it affected the world or other people.  I was to write this about me
               or the character who would  represent me.  There are  no hidden studies of politics, society

               or the class system -  everything is as I  remember things.  The  lines of poetry tended to focus

               on I all the time,  but that was a conscious decision to leave them like that and  not rewrite
               them as Cassie.  I was told  I should stick to one way of writing but it reads better to me for

               the poetry to be I.

                       The word count of the  piece  is quite short at 2000 words so I  had to write an outline

               to decide what I  really needed to get in and  what I could  leave out.  As with all  my work,  I

               did a couple of drafts then  left it for a while  before going back to it.  I  pared  it down to just
                below the word count from an  initial 3500 or so.  The parts about how I was pressured at

               college or the rough estate I grew up on were not necessary,  played  no real part in my work

               other than  making me feel  better by saying it -  so I just cut them.
                       Speaking about my disability should  have been therapeutic and cleansing -  many

                people say that writing an autobiography is -  but it only succeeded  in making me sad with

               echoes of anger.  Maybe the piece has been a touch clouded  by that -  perhaps that is a

               good thing though.  I decided to write about how it affects me as that's really all  I can say

               without lying or making it up.
                It did  not take very long to write the autobiographical  piece once the words had started

               coming out,  but I  had to,  like I said, edit it quite a  bit.  Even though  it looks complete and

               finished  I  know I could come back to it in a  month if I wanted and still find  more to do to it.
               There will always be a sentence that could  have been  better or a  piece of dialogue that

               sounds wrong, though a  person finds that in everything he or she reads -  the Curse of the

               Writer.  If there was more time  maybe the piece would  be better but equally I could destroy

                it by way of self-doubt and  breaking what isn't broken.  I cannot pretend that what I  have
               written is fabulous or a  literary breakthrough for me -  more as a way to have a go at

               something new.  So I doubt that my autobiography will  be hitting the shelves anytime soon.
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