Well I just submitted my first ‘work’ for my Advanced Fiction class electronically. Normally I’m a pretty confident writer. And I think what I’ve managed so far is adequate . . . but this is a class taught by someone I both respect and find intimidating. It started out as a short story but ended up being the first chapter of a novel. (That sounds too ambitious to me: a novel.) I just couldn’t chop off the heads of all my little ideas to force it into the form of a short story. (And I was nearing deadline.) Sheesh. I’m not looking foward to my turn at workshop.
Now off to bed for the four hours of sleep I get tonight before I have to get up to study for my Roman Civ quiz. When do I graduate again???