Sunday, May 09, 2010
It's, like, whoa.
I'm still taking a writing class. It's still not that satisfying. First off, I'm not sure I want to write "fiction" per se. Secondly, I know I don't want to be the next Agatha Christie or Ayn Rand, or...well, Jane Austen. Or, whatever. The point being, if I'm in a room with five people who all belong to Jane Austen book clubs, I'm in a room with five too many people (at least). I am going to finish the last two weeks. I am getting some good tips on organizing my writing and things like that, but the other people kind of freak me out. Not one of them is going to write a book that I ever want to read. Before you judge, let me just say...yes, I can tell just by looking.