Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Experimenting with Genre

It's been three weeks since I've updated this blog because:
  • Midterm season, which included a research paper, an analytical paper, a portfolio for creative writing, rehearsals for my Shakespeare performance project, and actual midterms, tried to kick my butt. I fought it the best I could, which meant I neglected this blog, neglected revisions, and neglected sleep.
  • Uh, I watch a lot of television.
Really, it boils down to busyness and laziness which, when combined, are productivity's biggest enemy.

As mentioned, one of the assignments I had was a portfolio for my creative writing class. We've had weekly writing assignments all semester, and the portfolio was a way to put all of them into a revised, polished package. After triple-checking to make sure it was correctly, frantically searching for all the peer-editing sheets I had to include as appendices in the black hole that is my backpack, and an epic battle with my stapler (that, for the record, my stapler won), I passed mine in Monday morning. And I felt good about what I passed in, which I didn't expect to because it was poetry portfolio.

Now, I adore poetry. I love to read it, and it was all I wrote in, uh, elementary school. Beyond what's been required for school, I haven't written poetry since then and, needless to say, the poem I wrote at seven in which I likened the bathroom to prison wasn't exactly a masterpiece (though it's infamous in my family.) So, I was worried that everything I wrote would be terrible, I'd fail the class, and my professor who is also an editor would tell all of her publishing friends to put me on their blacklists. Naturally. 

I have no idea if my portfolio will come back with an A or an F on it (yes, I only think in those two extremes), but, as I said, I felt good about it. That's because I experienced the same rush writing and revising some of the pieces that I do when I write and revise my novel (which is a far cry from poetry.) Admittedly, two of the poems that happened with had strong narrative elements to them (one was a prose-poem, and the other was a glosa), but they were still quite different from a YA novel due to length and other genre conventions. And, two of the poems I loved to write didn't have stories behind them at all. Ultimately, I wrote pieces I never would have written otherwise--pieces I never thought I could write--that I was happy with, and that was really, really cool (I know, I'm so poetic now.)

I took a break from novel revisions to focus on this project (and to, you know, pass my midterms), but I know that all the work I did for my portfolio will ultimately help me with my current novel and any future novels I write. The best gift this class has given me is the courage to experiment. Maybe I'll write more poetry, maybe I'll try a paranormal, maybe I'll attempt a dystopian. Maybe I'll experiment more within the contemporary genre. Maybe I'll enjoy it and maybe I won't. Maybe it'll work and maybe it won't. 

I think I'd like to find out.

What genre do you write? Have you written in other genres? If so, what was your experience like? If not, would you like to try? Let me know in the comments!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Road Trip Wednesday: Who Wants to Read Forever...

Road Trip Wednesday is hosted by YA Highway.

This Week's Topic: In the movie Groundhog Day, Bill Murray has to relive the same day over and over. What books would you pick to read over and over for the rest of your life?

On the rare occasion when I have no new books or library books to read, these are the books I turn to:

 The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Series - Ann Brashares
I'll always remember the first time I read The Sisterhood of The Traveling Pants, and the moment I realized that I could relate to every character in the novel. That was one of the first times I've ever connected with a book on that level, and oh my gosh, it was such a relief. Here were four teenage girls going through things I went through and feeling things I felt, and it was like someone was telling me, "Hey, it's ok. You're not crazy to feel the things you feel. Just human." As I read through the series, I felt as though I grew up with these girls.

I can read this book over and over again because I'm a mixture of Lena, Tibby, Carmen, and Bridget all wrapped into one, and reading their stories often feels like reading and remembering my own.


The Truth About Forever - Sarah Dessen
This is one of those books that I find it so difficult to talk about because of how much it means to me. I honestly don't know how to explain what I experienced--and still experience--as I read it, but I'll do my best. This was the exact book my teenage self needed to read, and gosh, I recognized that as I read it the first time. Macy is me. There are differences, of course; for example, I'm definitely not a runner. But, I still understand why she runs. It's why I write and dance. Her desire for perfection and her grief also ring true for me, even if I wish they didn't.

I'm talking in present tense because I'm still, figuratively speaking, a runner, I'm still a perfectionist, and I still experience grief. That's why I can read this book over and over again. We don't know Macy when she's nineteen, but I'd imagine she's quite similar to my nineteen-year-old self. She's matured, but the sixteen-year-old girl is still inside of her. Much like The Sisterhood of the Traveling of Pants, rereading this book is like reliving my life, and I can still feel so many of the feelings I felt when I was sixteen.

What book would you read over and over again for the rest of your life?

ShareThis