Yeah, so, I started a creative nonfiction writing class this summer.
It’s through UCLA, and it’s the first time I’ve taken a writing course that wasn’t a journalism class. I was kinda nervous going into it. School is the basis for all my anxiety dreams. You know the one? You’re back in school. There’s a test for a class you didn’t attend all semester. You can’t remember your locker combination. You didn’t do the reading, and you need the class to graduate.
Obviously, this class isn’t like that. It’s not stressful for me to read and write. The grades don’t really matter. I’m learning how to improve upon what I already do. I have a ton of stories on this blog and in my head. I want to put them together in a book, and this class is a step toward doing that.
I’m excited. I’ve wanted to write this book for as long as I can remember. And I think I have enough to say now to finally do it.
Big thanks for Christine, Chelsea, and Nina for giving me the push to take the class and get started.