I mentioned in an earlier post that I was starting a new writing class. My first writing class, just for me, ever! Needless to say, I was really nervous. What if I couldn’t keep up? What if everyone was smarter and better at writing than me? What if they were mean and snooty? What if I’m jumping into something huge and it ends up being way over my head?
What I never thought was- what if I’ve accidentally wandered into the kiddy wading pool? Maybe I should have.
I signed up for a class titled “Beginning writing”. I thought it was an over view of foundation skills for authors.
Ya know, just so I could polish up my basic novel writing skills.
What I got was talking about what writing was and where creativity came from.
Psh, creativity? I’ve got that by the bucket load! I can’t walk five steps with out nearly drowning in creativity!
I mean, I wanted the basics, but everything is just Sooo basic in this class.
Normally, I would ask for my money back, and just walk my little self out of there, but there’s this teeny, itty, bitty little problem. Those mean, scary class members that I was so worried about? Yeah, they are the nicest people ever! And they are so supportive. And they think my writing is just swell. And it just feels so good to be around them. It’s kind of like being surrounded by playful, fluffy little puppies, I know I don’t belong there, but, but, it’s just so hard to leave.
I had no idea praise could be that addictive.