End of year

Well, I will start this off by not apologizing for not writing because it only calls attention to it!

I took classes again this semester, a non-fiction workshop and a capstone class for seniors in the writing program. I read a lot of really great books and some that were disturbing. Good ones were Carrie by Stephen King, You Believers by Jane Bradley, American Pastoral by Philip Roth, A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan, and poetry by Tim Geiger and Ashley McHugh. The reading was helpful to me in learning about structure. I think I knew about structure without actually knowing I knew it.

I have also come to the conclusion that I don't read enough. And I have not been writing at all. I really suck. I am reading The Cider House Rules by John Irving right now and I wanted to save this passage because it is really beautiful:

"Spring in St. Cloud's meant trouble; drinking trouble, brawling trouble, whoring and raping trouble. Spring was the suicide season. In spring, the seeds for an orphanage were planted and overplanted."

Very nice.

Because I was so busy with school, I did not do Nanowrimo this year. I thought I would feel bad for missing it, but come to find out I didn't miss it at all. Probably because I have so many novels in various states of flux that I can't possibly be burdened with another one.

That being said, I am taking classes again next semester with the promise to read even more and work on my novel. I think "A Middle Distance" because that one has the most promise and seems pretty grown up to me.

Oh, and I moving to Colorado in the next couple of months. Should be interesting.