Writing Wrongs

September 11, 2005

So apparently I didnít learn my lesson the first time around and have signed up for yet another writing class. Itís based on the book Word Painting and my thoughts are this class canít be worse than the synopsis course I took (sorry, M., for that one). (Note: some of the reviews on Amazon are amusing. Writers are complaining about reading a 250-page book. Um. Okay.)

I like what the instructor has to say so far. Stuff about breaking rules (and we all know how I feel about that) and about the difference between correct writing and good writing, good writing and great writing.

I'm working on the theory that writing begets writing. I always sigh with relief when a class ends, thinking, now I can do some serious writing. And yet. It doesn't happen. It's that whole "the busier you are, the more you get done" theory applied to writing. I picked Word Painting because I like the book and it wasn't geared toward a project and I figured no one would tell me what "rules" I had to follow to get something published.

Iíve toyed with the idea of taking an advanced novel workshop, but those can be so mentally exhausting. So I think Iím going to stick to specific areas of craft and avoid the whole "how to sell your soul--I mean manuscript--in five easy steps" crowd.

And now for something completely different:

I swear to you, this was not staged, although I did help Kyra with the winged horse, but that was it. I went to do something else. When I came back, the G.I. Joes had arrived for a little R&R. What they plan on doing with the winged horse, Iíd rather not know. Do you see the lone brunette? Can you say ďparty girlĒ? If you look closely, youíll spy Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty in attendance.

Personally, I think the Joes are in trouble.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 2:55 p.m.