The new class is different. Everyone there wants to be a writer, I think. Last semester was full of kids who wanted easy credit. I'm threatened by this class. And I don't have anything to workshop yet.
By next Wednesday I want to have a new short for workshop, the assigned flash fiction, two responses to published works and one extra short story in case someone else doesn't bring theirs. Just one short would be completely overwhelming for me.
I hate writing the first word.
I realized in class last night that my writing is stunted because I don't write about my life. Most of it is happy and boring, and I won't put children into my work. Bad, bad things happen to my characters. I can't do bad things to children, not even in fiction. Too superstitious. Thinking creates things. I need a shower, and less coffee.
posted by Samus @ 10:44 AM
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