I’m writing this thing for my advanced creative writing course (the beginning of which lurks waywayway back in my archives).
My professor said to start something totally new. He also said that the thing we should write should be the thing that needs to be written. He said that is the thing that keeps us up at night and demands all of our attention until it is finished.
This is one of those things and has been for a long time… I have just ignored it. I have not written so much or so avidly for such a long time. It is wonderful and terrifying. It is also more prose-y in its make up than short story-y. So…. I’m afraid he’ll hate it…? I’m kind of afraid to make the thing I will work on all semester and eventually turn it.
But it is the one I want to work on. It’s the one that’s been burning for too long and I need to get it out there.
It’s my motivation to finally self-publish something.
I kind of want to have someone read the rough stuff. Just to see how it is going. But that sort of scares me. I don’t know if I can.
Brandon might read it… but I don’t know.