School #2

Last time I wrote about the Creative Writing course I took during my last semester before graduating with an Accounting degree, so let’s continue that tale. I recall reading short stories from our textbook, probably some of the classics and maybe even some excerpts from longer pieces. Our instructor lives in my mind as energetic and encouraging, a far cry from the professors in the business college. We’d write our stories, read them aloud to each other, offer critique, and go back to the drafting board to incorporate suggestions. I also recall the quiet surprise of the other students when my writing didn’t suck as bad as they expected. Okay, maybe they didn’t expect it to suck, but I still inhabited an aura of something different. After all, I wasn’t one of their fellow English majors, much less in literature or something involving French novelists. I got an A out of the class and as I said previously, it ended up being my favorite college course. I don’t even remember what I read or wrote, but something good must have happened since I’m still writing all these years later. Not only did I not lose my love writing by taking the class, it’s actually a good marker on my way to having the confidence to self-publish my books.