I am so very much in love with my writing class that I may want to make out with each person in there, even the Chatty McCathy and the Know It All. I had a glory moment this week when I interpreted a detail in a story that no one else had seen and when I commented on it, everyone including the professor went ‘ooooOOOOOOHHHHH!’ as fifteen little light bulbs went off over their heads and the author broke workshop rules of writer silence and shouted ‘THANK YOU! Very much!’ And then everyone laughed because suddenly the entire meaning of the story changed. That was a lovely moment.
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