I was absolutely bored out of my mind for the first forty minutes of my Personal Essay class. They were talking about “getting published.” I know that someday I’ll need to concern myself with such unpleasantries, but I honestly don’t want to learn how to sell well as much as I want to learn how to write well. May my outlook on that never change.
The last half of class, however, was much fun. We did another writing exercise—a very good one—that produced something I’d like to make into a full essay. It might even be a series of essays if my ambition is as strong next week as it is this evening. I won’t post the results of the exercise right now, partly because it’s nothing substantial, but also because it’s substantial enough to warrant my request of a dear friend’s permission to show it.
Anyway, regardless of any ambitions I have to write at this moment, I must read. I’d like to get a huge chunk of the Histories out of the way this evening to have a bit of freedom tomorrow and on Thursday morning.
Off to the books.
The last half of class, however, was much fun. We did another writing exercise—a very good one—that produced something I’d like to make into a full essay. It might even be a series of essays if my ambition is as strong next week as it is this evening. I won’t post the results of the exercise right now, partly because it’s nothing substantial, but also because it’s substantial enough to warrant my request of a dear friend’s permission to show it.
Anyway, regardless of any ambitions I have to write at this moment, I must read. I’d like to get a huge chunk of the Histories out of the way this evening to have a bit of freedom tomorrow and on Thursday morning.
Off to the books.
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