Daily Share 1
I started a writing class tonight, and already I'm seeing how my attitude is going to be a problem.
I haven't taken an actual class in years. The cast of characters in this continuing education group is distressing and comical, thus far. There's Dot, whose writing strengths are ImAgInAtIoN and also that they got an artist friend to draw out some of their characters for inspiration (why couldn't you just imagine them, Dot?). There's Macy, whose favorite genre is Hallmark™ because that's what they relate to the most. We have Amelia, who took this class to get better at writing books (ya don't say? I took "breakthrough writing your first novel" to get better at writing sonnets, actually). We even have Kelley, who made sure to let us know they were already published immediately, but failed to clarify that they were SELF published until 1.5 hours later.
Self publishing is great, for the record. Just completely different from the implied brick-and-mortar publishing.
The teacher Tori is enthusiastic and encouraging, but also made us watch a half hour interview with a woman who wrote about church, which I don't personally find relatable, and is making us purchase an anthology of short stories for this novel-writing class. I have so many problems with classes not listing book costs up front, particularly in a continuing education class that isn't worth credits and is supposed to be a one time payment.
So. Cynicism, and judgement. How can I do better?
I've decided I'm going to have to use this class to practice kindness and patience. It would evidently be very easy for me to brush off what these people have to say, but that's disrespectful of their earnest efforts. So I'm resolving to match that effort, to be earnest, and to accept their humanity and bare my own. Sorta like I'm trying to do with this blog.
Wish me luck.
All names have been changed so as to not be a complete dick.