There’s an old idiom that feels appropriate to me this week: “You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.” I’m not sure who said it or why, but obviously they weren’t talking about writers. Right now, that’s exactly what I’m trying to do, and the thing is, I’m pretty sure I’m not alone.
As I write this most of the eight ladies are cranking out words and sentences and scenes (100 pages worth) in order to finish off the last assignment in our first McD workshop class. A rough draft of Act I is due and for most of us, it’s the first major chunk of writing we’ve had to turn in. So for the past week and half I’ve spent every waking moment writing the remaining scenes that will finish out my Act One, and it’s starting to feel like I’m cranking out sausage. And like sausage, what I’m turning out right now is a slapdash mess of everything my fried brain can serve up and then smush together. I can’t help thinking that most of the ingredients belong in the trashcan–like the stuff that goes into ground pork. Continue reading