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Well, I was accepted into the fiction workshop, so that means I better pass my driver's test so I can get to Bainbridge for EVERY WEDNESDAY for NINE WEEKS. Wow, long time, that. It's weird, though. I thought I would be really excited, but instead I'm just kind of, "Eh." I'm worried that the guy will be an ass or something... There's nothing worse than having a jerk give you crappy advice on how to write. I can only hope for the best. I still have to break it to my Dad that I'll be missing all his dinners for nine weeks, though. That'll be a fin conversation... I also have to learn how to record TV shows because I'll be missing LOST. Ugh, tragic. I really hope that the other people in the class will be nice. It would really suck if they were all, I dunno, cyber goths that smoke pot or something. I have a feeling that they might just glare at me the entire time. Hmmm...
Now I'm having doubts... I mean, what if not evne eight people entered so it's not even good writers there, jst crappy ones who can read posters. What if I'M one of those crappy writers? Blergh. And what am I supposed to bring? My lap top? paper? money for coffee so we can be all maudlin and writery? Is writery even a word?
Argh.
Now I'm having doubts... I mean, what if not evne eight people entered so it's not even good writers there, jst crappy ones who can read posters. What if I'M one of those crappy writers? Blergh. And what am I supposed to bring? My lap top? paper? money for coffee so we can be all maudlin and writery? Is writery even a word?
Argh.