Every year at this time I serve as a judge of essays written by students who hope to earn a scholarship for their trouble. Last Saturday afternoon was my judging time this year.
Reading the essays gives me more joy than horror, usually. They follow specific guidelines. The student must state his or her academic or career goal, what she’s done so far to work toward it, and the plan for the future to achieve it. We judge them on whether or not they have followed the guidelines and stated their goal, but we also judge on use of language, grammar, logic, spelling, and finally, how realistic their plans are for achieving their goals.
Considering the students are writing to win a scholarship, it amazes me each year the number of grammatical, spelling and usage problems in these essays. Bad word choices give the judges headaches or a good laugh. Ninety-nine percent of these problems could be corrected if the students had proofread their essays, or had asked someone else proofread them.
Proofreading is an essential part of being a writer. It’s as important as the original idea and its development. Spell check on the computer fails to find the wrong words that are spelled correctly but don’t make sense in the context of the writing. Read the piece out loud. This is probably the best advice I’ve gotten about proofreading. When I read a piece aloud, I not only hear the rhythm of the sentences, I also hear what’s wrong, catch missing words and bad word choices, correct misspellings and catch syntax and grammar issues.
A polished piece of writing that has been carefully proofread signals a professional writer at work. It shows the writer cares and wants a reader to enjoy his writing. A piece of writing riddled with mistakes, missing words and misspellings presents to a reader a sloppy writer who does not care. Harsh? Try reading a pile of essays written by sloppy writers without coming away with a headache and eye strain along with a disappointed heart.
Every year, one essay stands out. It’s polished, follows the guidelines beautifully and has a confident voice. I read the pile to find this one essay, like agents read a pile of queries or editors read a pile of manuscripts. I want to believe each year that I will find more than one essay that stands out, but so far, the magic number has remained one.
Each year, while reading these essays, they remind me of the importance of being professional in my own writing. We learn from the mistakes of others, no matter how old they are….





Fiction vs. Nonfiction — Or is it really a competition?
The novel itself exists as a skeleton of a story. The structure forms the bones, the plot points the joints on which the story turns. I left some scenes incomplete because I hadn’t a clue how to complete them. Now I have a better idea. I’ve also noticed several places in the story so far that I chose to summarize and they need their own chapters with action scenes. They need to be shown, not told. A big hole is at the beginning before Evan leaves Buenos Aires — I need to spend some time with him, his “cousin” Alicia, and his manager, Nigel. I shirked, in the first draft, developing his psychological reactions although the bare bones are there. I’m now halfway through the assessment. I expect to finish it by the end of the month, if not sooner.
Also this week, I’ve worked on nonfiction. I’ve begun another blog
under a pen name over at Google, entitled Eyes on Life. It’s commentary about life on this planet. Related to the blog, I’m working on op-ed essays to submit to U.S. newspapers. Slipped in here and there, I’m working on my Mensa regular monthly essays and developing stand-alone essays.
How did I get so caught up in essays? Good grief. And I’m already encountering schedule problems. I could use about 36 hours in a day instead of 24.
Anyway, the job search led nowhere. Over thirty months and nothing. I decided to bite the writing bullet and return to freelance writing, but in a different way. For some time now I’ve dreamed of having my own newspaper commentary column. You know, like the ones in the op-ed pages. With the retirement of Andy Rooney from 60 Minutes, and then his death, I’ve felt a cosmic push to follow that dream. My approached is two-pronged: the Eyes on Life blog and writing op-ed pieces in the hope of snagging a column offer.
Following this column dream is a HUGE risk, of course. The way I look at it, though, the job hunt was a risk with absolutely no guarantee, and I think I have a better chance of success with my column dream. The Dooms have descended: is my writing good enough? Will anyone want to read my ideas? Why am I putting myself through this? What do I do if I fail? What do I do if I succeed?
As a professional writer, I’m used to dealing with The Dooms. In the past, I’ve worked at reasoning with the doubts and fears, or boxing them up and packing them away. I know what they’re about and their source. Recently, with the help of Harry Potter, I’ve realized that I need to use the fear, channel it into positive, constructive action. After all, there is a lot of energy associated with anxiety and fear.
One thing I have noticed since I started on this path: I’m happy. I’m no longer worried and obsessing about money or finding a suitable job. I should be worried about money, and it mystifies me that I’m not. But that’s OK. Now, I’ll have the energy to obsess about when I’ll finish which essay for which paper, blog posts and work on the Novel 2 revision….
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