“Sit down, and put down everything that comes into your head and then you’re a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff’s worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.” Colette

Okay, now I’m cheating on my blog with my Personal Essay Writing class. I’m completely behind because of Pesach (Passover). This is truly pathetic given that it’s an online class. Which I paid for. But oh, well, what can you do.

I have never revised so much of my work. Ever. And this comes from a former high school English teacher who forced her students into a serious string of revisions for every essay assignment. And I read them all.

Now, if I could just get someone to read all of mine! My husband grunts through most of them if I deliver them sweetly, fresh from the laser printer, between his online obsession with chess games. My sister’s got finals. And I’m not too sure what my friend Devora is doing, my comrade in writing who is abysmal at writing at her blog as of late, but I always end up bugging her anyway.

Meanwhile, here are some crazy rewrites:

The Girl in the Wetsuit has a new introduction after some suggestions from my writing teacher. I added in my context about my personal struggles with having an “unboxed” mixed identity in a world that wants to fit people comfortably into one box at a time.

Also, on my teacher’s suggestion I have moved around the storyline for Attack of the Mothers. (Suggestions for a better title are being accepted right now!) Here is the new cut and for those of you who have the time to compare, here is the original.