Hello again. I'll get on with the news. I posted my original work of fiction for class on Monday so that it could be evaluated on Thursday. Well, the class pretty much stomped me like a narc at a biker rally. Practically all of the feedback was of a negative nature so I suppose that there must be something to it. I'm starting to wonder what made me ever think I had talent for writing anyway. Once again I have those nagging feelings of being in a place where I don't belong. One person even went so far as to insinuate I was not very well read and should consider reading more fiction. That was a punch in the gut I really didn't need I suppose but it's not totally unexpected. I know that as an artist you must not be too sensitive to criticism but I've also heard that if everyone gives you negative reviews there must something to it as well so I don't know.
Anyway, I suppose I'll keep going and doing the best I know how. Maybe I should try screenwriting. Dialogue and plotting seem to be my specialty anyway. Prose just doesn't seem to be my cup of tea.
I was hoping the class would provide some sort of moral support that might inspire me but that hasn't happened either. The class seems to be divided into two types; those who won't talk at all and those who don't want to talk to me. Believe me when I say I've tried to strike up conversations with classmates on more than one occasion but they seem to go nowhere. I'll keep going as I've said but I can't honestly say my heart is in it at this point but maybe my opinion will change. We'll see. If it doesn't I must say that I'm more than used to my share of disappointments.
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