Winston, when he still lived at the shelter. He gave a great stink eye, which really didn't help him get adopted (but it did wonders with me obviously!). |
I finally took the writing class as part of Emory University's Evening Learning courses. It was a really great 5 weeks. I learned a bit about the craft, although a lot of the material is similar to what's available online on all of the amazing writer's blogs, but I think what was really good for me was to share my writing with folks and to receive feedback. It's reinvigorated my desire to find a critique group. That'll be a goal for the new year.
Also, I don't know if you guys know this, but it's November! When the heck did November get here! This is the first time in three years that I'm not doing NaNoWriMo, and the biggest reason for it is that I seem to have completely lost track of time and forgot what month it is. I think I'm still back in September...
Hope all of you are doing great out there in the wide, wide world. Happy writing!
Yay! You're back! And writing! And learning stuff!
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