I just registered for a summer writing course at the prestigious 92nd Street Y. I’m nervous, I suddenly feel like all my writing sucks, but I can’t wait for my first class. The teacher will be Martha Cooley, whose first novel was The Archivist. Gonna have to read it before the class starts! It sounds very interesting.
It’s a fiction class, so I need to look through all my work, and choose stuff I want to work on. Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Fear! Excitement! Ambition! Drive! It’s all good stuff.
Believe it or not, except for creative writing stuff in grade school, I’ve never taken an actual writing class. So I have no idea what to expect, and that’s an awesome thing. It is time to push my work (and how I work) to the next level. I have felt that for some time, have felt a bit stuck, and felt that I needed to get outside eyes on my work. I’m in a writing group, and that’s great, but they all KNOW me, and so sometimes their critiques of my work show their bias. It’s a very different thing to have someone who doesn’t know you (like editors, like the agent I work with, and other writers) say: “This is good.” Whole different ballgame.
So I can’t wait.
Good luck with the class, red.
Good for you! I’m excited too because I’m sure you’ll talk about it here.