Today at 2:30, it was finally time for the critique of my story (the optimistically titled “The End”) in my Fiction Writing class. And as it turns out, it wasn’t too painful — it was helpful and extremely encouraging, as it turns out they had the right sense of the piece. The biggest complaint — and for me, a compliment — was that this was too short, like a chapter out of a book, which is exactly what it was originally designed to be. So that’s a good deal. The written critiques I got back were interesting, mostly for their spelling. One person said, “As a reader, I defiantly knew what was taking place.” I assume she meant “definitely” there, but who knows? I’d like to write thank you notes to at least three of the kids in my class for their notes. The instructor’s notes won’t come through until Thursday, but I’ll be interested to see them. I think I can predict what they’ll say from the questions he posed in class, so I’m not too worried.
So now, on to screenwriting class, where I continue with my theme of “the”-beginning stories with “The Finger.” Bwah ha ha.