Being schooled!

Hey people!

Sorry for the long pause between entries but I've spent the last month or so taking an online class in creative writing at the local community college (oh and working full time.) To hold over the hordes of drooling fans of my wacky misadventures, I'm going to post some of my assignments from class just to show you I wasn't slacking while I was gone.

Here is how I introduced myself to my Professor in my first journal assignment. The subject was "What brought you to this class?" Enjoy!

"It's hard to say what specifically helped me find my way to this class. The most frank answer is that it would have cost me two grand to take a creative writing course at St. John Fisher this summer. But the real and more meaningful answer to me would be, mortality.

I have spent the last eleven years working for one software company or another. Hoping each time I found a new position this time it would be better or at least different than before. It wasn't. It was the same boring, mind-numbing work with the same irritating corporate wackos as always. The turning point came in the past year. I turned forty. My relationship of three and a half years broke up. As a result of the break up I had to move from my home. I had a major medical scare, close friends moved away and my hair stylist died. It seemed as if my whole world was caving in around me. But it didn't.

I got through it all but it made me realize things had to change. I had to change. When I was much, MUCH younger I loved to write poetry. I was even invited to attend a couple of seminars for gifted students because of my writing. I soon transitioned into art, cartooning mostly. I loved drawing cartoons, writing story lines and creating my own comics. I have a bachelor's degree in graphics/drawing but never did anything with it because I liked to eat. I was never one for the "starving artist" bit. But what I have recently discovered is, eating is overrated if it means trading your soul for it. I do know when I write; I get a little bit of my soul back.

Some of the jokes I write aren't funny. I have poor grammar (at best). My structure is questionable and my punctuation leaves A LOT to be desired. But I want to be a writer."