I had my first writing class last night and I found it somewhat appropriate and comforting to be held on the same day as Ray Bradbury's passing. Danielle over at Sometimes Sweet posted an amazing interview with him (go watch it here) where he says, "I always wanted to make a t-shirt that says stand at the top of the cliff and jump off and build your wings on the way down."
And that's the attitude I took into my new writing class. Sitting in a room in the NYU library with 12 strangers and a teacher can be a little scary. It's been a while since I've taken a writing class and within the first 15 minutes or so I was craving familiarity. I wanted to be in a room with people that I knew and people that knew me. But by the end of the three hours, I was feeling really good and a little proud of myself too. Sharing your writing is a risk, and I was immediately grateful and also terrified that I hadn't chosen to do an online class. People need to come together in a room to teach and share writing. It's just not the same thing when you can hide behind a screen, you have to jump off that cliff.
Everyone else in my group seems to have really interesting stories that they are working on which again is a little intimidating but also so inspiring. I can't wait to keep going with this and see what I've accomplished by the end of the 8 weeks! I love how we're all working on novels however different they may all be. Tomorrow I'm going to share a scene that I wrote in class for my Fiction Friday post. Our teacher gave us seven minutes and told us to write a scene that has meat in it. And it had to be a scene that could possibly fit into our novel.
Stay tuned, and if you want to get a jump start on you Fiction Friday piece please do! Can't wait to see who links up tomorrow.