Looks like the school thing is going ahead, all thanks to God.
I admit to being a little upset at not having a true writing class available due to my registering late.
I was stuck with three courses all read/ write heavy: African fiction, eighteenth century Brit lit, and the origins of the novel as a form of fiction. I've just spent the last six or so years studying this, writing term papers on the same and believe me, it's as dry as it sounds.
I thought finally, finally I'm in grad school. I can read and study what I want! Fiction but my kind: detectives, private eyes, mercs, science fiction ectera. how it's done, how to do it better. Doesn't look like it but more on that later.
The God part comes in because I got accepted into the writing program I thought I had no chance of getting, at least into one of their classes. I submitted a sample of my work; my science fiction themed story about a retired space medic doing a friend a favor.
It was promptly rejected. "Too long and we don't do genre work. Got any real fiction?"
Had to go back to a previous piece I did about a kids experience during the civil rights movement.
They liked it enough to let me in (smile)
Cool right? But then it dawns on me that I won't be writing what I want. I'll be writing what THEY want.
That shit should've crossed my mind. I'm an idiot.
I only had si fi fantasy ideas; no rough drafts or prompts for fiction. Now I have to produce at least three such pieces this semester and had no idea what to write about.
I spent the day panicking before one came to me. Then two.
I remember writing is writing and all of it makes you better so....I write.
I'll post them as I finish them along with the critiques in general I get from classmates.
Tons of school shit to do this wknd and I'm glad. A busy mind is a happy one but I worry about my other projects. Don't want the. Lying fallow.i guess even if I chip at them it'll be better than stopping. That's the plan anyway. Classes start Monday night 6-930. Ouch!
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