Last night at my writing class I had the privilege of sitting next to quintessench. Whoopie!(http://divasayswhat.blogspot.com/2010/01/quintessential-part-deux.html)
She brought a pair of ear plugs with her and just fondled them in her hands the whole time. It was quite disgusting!
I'm not entirely crazy about the writing class because it involves lots of reading aloud to the whole group. I much prefer being a faceless coward on the Internet who loathes public speaking.
That being said, I do like some of the other personalities in the class.
The newcomber to the group came in last night, guns blazing, with an anecdote about how her sister is psychic and how butterflies have been present throughout her life (channeling Mariah!!). It was quite the entrance.
However, my favorite person in the class is Dwight, the only guy. When we were asked to write about a character and his/her relationship to a certain object, Dwight wrote about a surfer who is addicted to chapstick. Absolutely brilliant.
While I don't think I'm going to get a book deal out of this class, I know I am getting a crash course in off writer behavior, and I love it!
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