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Zombie manuscripts!!
May. 8th, 2008 02:48 pmI've been making a bit of progress on my latest short story and I'm really pleased. I have dedicated my lunch hour to eating with one hand and writing with the other.
I've also been able to text scan an old draft from college that I want to give a second look too but the original file was corrupted (thank goodness I'm feral about printing copies). It started out as my hope for a first novel put I had to use it for my senior project because half way through my original project my professor decided that I couldn't do it because of interllectual property issues.
My original project was an anime fanfic but I was lucky enough to get permission from the company that distributed it in the U.S. to do the project with the understanding that the characters weren't mine. I had the e-mail from the lawyer in my hot little hands when I went to my meeting with the professor and I admit, I was feeling a little cocky that I had my bases covered. Then I was sent crashing into flames and needed to be able to hand in 60 pages of story, along with rewriting the first 10 pages from a different point of view by semesters end which was less then two months away.
I would have been fine with the project being vetoed if it had happened at the beginning of the semster (she knew it was a fanfic) but I felt like I was being set up to fail with it happening so close to the end of the semster. Sadly, I had to sacrifice my darling manuscript to finish out my degree since I had a good amount written and I'd spent enought time on it to know the enviroment, plot and my characters pretty well. I tried to go back to it a few times over the years but it carried so much baggage with all the changes I had to make to appease my professor that I couldn't get past it to see the story.
My style and approach to writing have changed since the early days that this draft comes from. My confidence in my writing took a hit from the experienc but I feel like I could resurrect it from the grave that my english professor from hell buried it in all those years ago, then I may reclaim a little something I lost back then. I feel like I owe it to myself to try looking at it again.
I've also been able to text scan an old draft from college that I want to give a second look too but the original file was corrupted (thank goodness I'm feral about printing copies). It started out as my hope for a first novel put I had to use it for my senior project because half way through my original project my professor decided that I couldn't do it because of interllectual property issues.
My original project was an anime fanfic but I was lucky enough to get permission from the company that distributed it in the U.S. to do the project with the understanding that the characters weren't mine. I had the e-mail from the lawyer in my hot little hands when I went to my meeting with the professor and I admit, I was feeling a little cocky that I had my bases covered. Then I was sent crashing into flames and needed to be able to hand in 60 pages of story, along with rewriting the first 10 pages from a different point of view by semesters end which was less then two months away.
I would have been fine with the project being vetoed if it had happened at the beginning of the semster (she knew it was a fanfic) but I felt like I was being set up to fail with it happening so close to the end of the semster. Sadly, I had to sacrifice my darling manuscript to finish out my degree since I had a good amount written and I'd spent enought time on it to know the enviroment, plot and my characters pretty well. I tried to go back to it a few times over the years but it carried so much baggage with all the changes I had to make to appease my professor that I couldn't get past it to see the story.
My style and approach to writing have changed since the early days that this draft comes from. My confidence in my writing took a hit from the experienc but I feel like I could resurrect it from the grave that my english professor from hell buried it in all those years ago, then I may reclaim a little something I lost back then. I feel like I owe it to myself to try looking at it again.
