When I think of revision, for some reason I always imagine a bayou. And I never really thought about why a landscape jumps into my head instead of paper or pens the eye-piercing glare of the computer screen. I think because it’s brackish, and there are things that hide and lurk, and it’s slow moving. Shadowy in places, exposed in others. I always learn things during revision, sometimes about myself, sometimes about my story.
I have a head full of bayous today. I’m a bit euphoric – and a bit terrified – I was accepted into a 1-year post-graduate program. I won’t be wading through the brackish depths on my own, but I have no excuse for not braving it and pushing through.
It’s not extremely structured, as everyone in the cohort is at a different point and has different goals, so for me, it’ll be a year of intensive revisions of a queer Florida noir tale with a supernatural twist.
Bios are going out, and I’m intimidated by the talented people I get to interact with over the next year. I suppose I’ll get to wade through the brackish depths of my own insecurities, as writers do. At least I’m good at wallowing.
(Image from https://www.mikereyfman.com which has the most amazing nature photography.)
Mental Wanderings: Art, Nature, Life 