"We're not in Selinsgrove anymore. We're in some serious shit now."
Today was our first real workshop day. Dun dun DUNNNNNN! For those of you who don't know, workshops are days when everyone comes to class having read one or two people's stories, and they discuss them (what works, doesn't work, what needs clarification). The person whose work is being discussed can't talk; they have to sit there and listen.
We'd done a mini-workshop earlier in the semester, but this was our first full-out workshop. And of course, my short story wound up at the front of the line. My short-short had gone first in our mini-workshop, and I think Tom is using me as the class guinea pig.
I was nervous, but the workshop went so well! Tom gave me a lot of compliments on my details, even saying I had some "damn good lines". Needless to say, I wanted to dance in my chair. I wanted to prove that I'm a good writer, and I feel satisfied after today.
Not that I don't still have a ton of work ahead of me. I'm playing around with another different beginning (I changed it for the first time after my conference with Tom last week) and need to add more background on some character dynamics. But my story has evolved so much in the past two weeks. It's so cool!
|My goodies from workshop.|