Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Reflections on Writing Class

Tonight is the last day of my writing class/group.  It has been a particularly non-productive term for me.  The last two terms I wrote first drafts of two novels - one per term.  This term I really wanted to get a good start on my next story, but didn't get very far.  I think I've only had maybe two classes with my regular small group, so I didn't get consistent feedback either.

I remind myself to be positive and think about what I have accomplished....

I have completed significant edits to my last novel.  I have written two short stories and shared them.  I started another longer piece, shared it, but decided not to pursue finishing it for now.  I wrote a few poems.  I sent four poems out for publication (rejected with a flyer, not even a letter).  I did the A-Z blogging challenge.  I designed in extreme detail my next novel and wrote the first three, maybe four chapters.  I also read at the public reading without falling to pieces at all. 

All of this I did despite my family's increased neediness over the last two months and the insane mound of laundry that I never seem to get to the bottom of.  That's not too shabby. 

But I really wanted more.


  1. I know how you feel. I've been there too, but I try to remember that sometimes more isn't better. Sometimes, more is just more.


    Good luck with May!

  2. You did more than read w/o falling apart. Your story connected with the readers and made them laugh. That all by itself is success and worthy of applause