Addicted to love, a writer’s dilemma

IMG_0204I 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.


It’s not nearly as deep as it looks.

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.


If my class bottled this feeling, I would bathe in it.

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.



So class-ic!

IMG_0128So tomorrow I’m going to be starting my new writing class. I’ve never taken one before, and I have to admit, I’m a little nervous. I mean, I’ve taken required writing in school and that sort of thing, but never a creative writing class just for me. I’m not really sure what to expect. I think the part that makes me the most uneasy is the thought of sharing my work, with people I can actually see their expressions, and I can hear their voices. A tiny part of me is dreading that.

I remember in college, we would have weekly essay writing assignments and then every Friday selected student essays would be read out loud by the teacher (as examples of what not to do) and then the rest of the class would get a chance to pick out what was wrong with it. IMG_0207My essays would be selected by the teacher over and over again. It felt like it was every week, but I think I was skipped over a few times. After a while I started calling it the “shooting gallery” part of class. The teacher claimed that this critiquing was important to help students “grow”. All it grew in me was the crushing weight of self doubt.IMG_0166

But the class I’m taking now isn’t required and it isn’t going to be filled with wall to wall grumpy college freshmen, so I’m sure if there is any critiquing, it won’t be that harsh. Right? Heh, heh, heh.

I wonder if it’s too late to get a refund?