Once again my Creative Writing teacher has given me feedback I disagree with. But she gave me all the points, so I can live with her (mainly positive) comments. Suggestions are too much like criticism to me, and I process them the same way. I feel sorry for this woman. She has sixty students and as far as I can see not enough time to work with any of them. I have to be honest: talent and creativity aside, I am so much more “advanced” a writer than most of my classmates that she probably feels relieved to read my work.
I have not had the Jump Start I expected from this class, and I have enough insight to realize it’s me, not the work. I can’t pinpoint any particular source of my current depression and lack of motivation; I know only that it’s been getting worse for about two years. I still have boxes in my room from when I moved in twenty-two months ago. I was going through one today.
I have, however, written a little bit on my book! The novel.