So, my eight week writing class is over, and I have a few thoughts. In whole, I really enjoyed it; the teacher was great, the discussions were good, and I learned a few things.

Allow me to crow a bit: the ten page short story I wrote for the in-class workshop went over very well. I felt that my story was solid, but was really curious how some people would understand and connect with it, and it got RAVE reviews, and I’m beyond happy. Part of creation, to me, is that someone besides me can lookout something I made and say “I like that”. It’s not the end-all be-all, but it certainly helps the psyche and mood that positive reinforcement form people who have no obligation to give it is given.

We were asked to give ourselves goals moving forward, and establish habits and practices, and this really made me think about what I wanted out of writing and what I could do in the short and long term. I was able to figure out where writing is in terms of time and energy. I thought all of these thoughts that I simply wouldn’t have in a vacuum.

I was reminded of the importance of drafts, and resolved to do more of those. To revisit work and tweak and refine; something I do with drawings all the time. To realize that I am miles away from the greats, but I am using the same words they use. I have the same palette and same brushes and same colors; I just have to put them together.

And I’ll probably be doing so here, for a lot of it. Because we’re all kinda exhibitionists, am I right? Showing off? Doing things in public? No? Yeah, me neither.