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1.8.19 // I’m a bit late but I finally got my 2019 bullet journal set up! I’ve got a new set of Muji pens and I’m using a Muji notebook. Honestly, I can totally understand the Muji hype - the quality of this stationery is amazing and it’s all fairly affordable (mildliners I’m looking at you lol). I’m excited to get back into the studyblr/bujo aesthetic :)

11.8.18 //

I have now rewritten my SOP 5 times, each time changing something drastic about the structure or the information I reveal or the narrative thread I weave, in order to address the various weaknesses I’ve identified. I’m starting to grow increasingly frustrated and demoralized, because somehow no matter how much editing I do, the SOP doesn’t seem to get good enough to be proud of, or even just okay with. Every time, I chip away at a weakness just enough to think “Yeah, this is why I edit; every edit makes it better,” but there’s always enough of that weakness left that I can’t definitively say “I’ve addressed this and can move on to something else.”

I know that my SOP has come incredibly far from my first draft, and I amhappy with small bits and pieces of it, but the thought of having to rewrite it yet again to correct a glaring structural weakness is just…so incredibly demotivating. Especially because I’m having to identify these weaknesses, figure out how to address them, and then implement those changes almost entirely on my own, without second opinions or constructive criticism from a third party. It is exhausting having to pinpoint my flaws and then switch mindsets and address those flaws without becoming embroiled in insecurity and self-loathing for having those flaws in the first place, irrational as that is.

I’ve tried to remain positive throughout this process, taking the little external feedback I’ve gotten with an open mind and reminding myself that every edit brings me closer to my final SOP. I know I’m a good writer and a better editor, and these skills serve me well; hell, I made it through 5 rewrites before starting to feel frustrated, and I’m incredibly lucky to have gotten that far. But I’m finally starting to feel the stress and the panic, and it’s not a great feeling, to be honest. 

I don’t know. I’m writing this post in an attempt to process my frustration and put it into words so I can move on and return to editing with restrengthened convictions. But I also kind of want to reassure anyone else out there who’s feeling frustrated that you’re not alone. I know I went into this process thinking writing a SOP was simple and easy, and I must be stupid if I was having so much trouble with it, but I’m starting to realize that the frustration and the constant rewriting is part and parcel of the writing process. It doesn’t make me stupid to be working on a sixth rewrite. It doesn’t make me stupid to have been editing this SOP for almost a month. And I’ll get there, eventually. Every draft is better than the last, and ultimately I’ll have a statement that’s good enough to submit. I just have to keep on keeping on, I suppose. 

Total word count: 2122

Words written today: 2122

Excerpt:

The reason for this, they explained, was that mixing blood requires precision, knowledge, and the certainty that the people making the pact don’t have incompatible blood. “If your body detects foreign blood, it will try to fight it off, whether it’s a drop or a full pint. If your magic detects a foreign object in your bloodstream, it will join in the fight, and your body will wither away as a casualty of war,” Prof R continued. “We’ll get into the intricacies later, but I’m telling you this now for one reason: many of you may be tempted to make blood pacts, whether to seal an oath or to bind yourself to your partners. Do not do that. None of you has the proper training to take on a blood pact, and I do not want your blood on my hands.” They glared at the room of nervous students for another second, before relaxing and chuckling a little. “Get it? Your blood on my hands? Because I’m talking about making blood pacts? You can laugh, you know, I’m not a torture specialist.”

Silently, Riann closed her left hand into a fist, thumb hidden beneath her four fingers, and tucked it by her side, out of sight, where no one could possibly see the dark pinprick doting her thumbpad.

Comments: This is the first long-form creative thing I’ve written in a while and holy cheese on a stick it was exhilarating. I’m really excited for the rest of this month.