January 14, 2005

all dressed up and nowhere to go

it all started with the homework.

after regular weekly topics to write 200-words about, nick, my writing class tutor had a maha assignment for the three-week christmas break…write something for a magazine or paper you choose (from the writers’ handbook), get it to class along with your envelopes and send it off.

we all had been writing our homework every week. it was fun reading it out in class and getting the feedback from everybody. but here was a big one. i have always managed to wriggle out of contests and competitions because i hated being there. but this was different and yet a contest in a way. the contest was between me and the writer inside me, and this time i wanted the writer to win.

so i began to research a lot of (non-fiction) topics and shortlisted two. i discovered i couldn’t write both at the same time so i picked one. three thousand words and a preview at class later, i realised i had enjoyed the experience. now i want to start my other article, and start another one, and another…but i can’t begin unless i know the fate of what i have already written.

i guess the first pangs of will-they-accept-it-will-they-not are just hitting me now, and i dont like it one bit. and i haven’t even sent the article out yet. when i set out from the bbfc* today after my movie assignment i was happy. i felt like sewing the kitchen curtains (i have never done it before) and cooking all the pongal dishes and cleaning up the home. when i came home i opened the word document and didn’t do anything else. i called the newspaper to make sure i have the word count right, but i only heard the answering machine.

this is going to be my longest weekend.
and i hate answering machines.

*british board of film classification, where i (am one of many who) interpret/review tamil movies that come into the uk, and get paid for them too. yes, sometimes its funny what you can do in this country.

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  • Sukanya M said:

    Radhika, Am sure your article will be accepted. No doubts about that one. (infact you might hv heard about it since you wrote this). And even if they don’t…it does not mean a thing…many famous writers got rejected several times before they were accepted. And any chance of you sharing your article with us?!



  • Sanjeev said:

    Yo waaadika πŸ™‚

    don’t fret about acceptance … copernicus wasn’t accepted too … not that we are in the same league πŸ˜‰ except in terms of being accepted (or rather, not being accepted).

    Wish you and sadhu a Happy Pongal (I did watch some chic Pongal on that day πŸ˜‰ recommend you advise sadhu to do the same)

    Enjoy
    Sanj



  • Lynne Motijoane said:

    Radhika – your blog is great, really glad I checked into it – For other readers out there … I’m also an aspiring writer who shares Rhadhika’s writing teacher and the dreadful writing homework assignments. It’s worth mentioning that she was the only one in our group brave enough to write, 3000 words, non fiction, and pitch it at a suitably literary readership. The rest of us opted for the easy way out – short stories, fiction to ‘popular’ ‘trashy’ magazines. Good for you girl – you showed us all how to do it! I hope by now you will have sent it off, they will have received it, loved it and printed it! But if not, the lessons learnt are certainly worth any minor irritation caused by a ‘no thanks’ note!



  • radhika said:

    lynne, that was so touching! thank you for visiting my blog πŸ™‚ i have sent off the article, but i don’t know yet what the editors think of it. well, anyway, see you this evening! πŸ™‚

    sanjeev! wish you a happy pongal too! and thanks for visiting ma’ journal, you know it means a lot to me πŸ˜‰

    hi sukanya πŸ™‚ i would love to…maybe i’ll find out what the rules are..most newspapers would want to be the *first* to read contributed articles. or maybe i’ll have a corner on my blog for ‘the ones that got rejected (for no reason)’ πŸ˜‰


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