I haven't posted since Sunday. Not because I haven't been writing. Because I've been writing for MY CLASS, the one taught by Da Teach [see earlier link that I'm too lazy to link to.]
Boy, has it been time consuming. And it won't pay
me any money when I'm finished. And I don't get a grade either. But it will give me the
satsifaction of a job well done. Sheesh. I am so beyond that. Show me the money.
The exercise started with a three
hour interview at a restaurant on Monday, during which I recorded what
we said AND I took
copious unreadable notes. The people sitting at the next table kept
looking over to see if I was Barbara Walters or something. This was
followed by an hour and a half interview of another person at his
"emporium" on Tuesday,
also recorded and noted. Both so I could write a rough draft for an
article that was due on Wednesday at my non credit Magazine Writing for
Dummies class. However, after the interviews I also had to transcribe
them so I could get accurate quotes and have my facts straight before
the draft. Well, i didn't finshed transcribing -- in fact
listening to people talk with all the extraneous noise in the
background pretty much sucks. But I managed to write almost 1000
words -- the max we're allowed for this -- which simply means I sure
can sling the BS.
Well, Da Teach [once again, I
recommend reading the earlier entry that I'm too lazy to link] took a
quick look at what I wrote, threw it down on the table and said THIS
Just kidding. He actually did that and said that. But he was just kidding.
He then read my BS out loud and
we started to "workshop" what I wrote. Eviscerate it, rip to
shreds, tear it up. You get the idea.
Now I get to start over. For free. Again. This whole going
school for no credit or pay is something I'm probably not going to do
any more. What did I spend four years in college for anyway? So I
could have a do over?
If I ever finish the thing I'll post it here and you can WORKSHOP it
yourselves. Here's my new opening quote -- it's a real quote by the way: "In a former life, I was a
pimp in China." For an article about wine cellars.
Bring your hammers and nails.