Class in session
It has begun... cue the music. Dun-dun-dunnnnnnn. I had my first conversation with my instructor in the master fiction class. I hate to be always saying that word master, because I am anything but. Although, it is the name of the class and as I thought (and hoped) it will mean going deep into my fiction - including what I write and why I write.
I really respect the instructor in this course, and I was not disappointed. She read four of my stories and basically nailed it - I agreed with everything she said and there was more than a few light bulb moments.
So day one, I am already totally re-thinking the way I write. Yikes. It's like I want to gather up every story I have out there and shout, "Don't look at these! I need to fix them all!" Surprisingly, this is not daunting but rather, very exciting.
I won't be sharing a lot of the particulars of the process that I go through in re-working these pieces, well not for a while anyway. I think I am going to be very busy, but in the best sort of way.
"Snatch the pebble from my hand young student or tell me why you have such issues with conflict in your fiction."
Hmmmm, I think I'll go for the pebble.
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