That moment when...

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So, I'm taking yet another round of writing classes.

I know that over the past couple of years that my writing has gotten better, but I would never have considered myself actually good. Passable, sure. Certainly no better than some abysmal writers who have somehow managed to get movie deals out of the dreck they've produced.

Anyhow, one of the things about the writing classes I'm taking is that we do peer reviews. And the two people reading my work this time around are established writers, but only one writes in the same genre I do. The other one writes historical fiction for the most part.

The fantasy writer has commented each time on my work that I'm clearly a skilled writer and he can't wait to read more of my work. I'm still beside myself after his comment tonight. Especially after he stated he wants to read the first eleven chapters - I had submitted Chapter 12 for tonight's class. It was re-write that stretched out the much shorter scene I had submitted the last time around I'd taken these classes. And I can see that it is indeed better than the first and second time I wrote this portion, but I still never considered myself as particularly skilled.

I guess I need to put that belief to bed now. And I need to work on getting the rest of those previous chapters re-written and fleshed out.

My goal is to have the book ready to go for submission by the end of the year. Certainly before I have to figure out where I'm going to be sleeping each night. I also need to figure out when to apply for writing grants so I can see about getting some extra funding that I can put towards actually being able to afford a place.

I've had a few people suggest that I get an extra job, but I know that I'm physically not capable of taking on any more physical work, and that's all that's really hiring right now. Retail. Fast food. Shit like that. I'm already working a retail job as an assistant manager, and there are days when I can barely handle that, in part due to my mental health. But I keep slogging along as best as I can.

Anyhow, I've had too much coffee to be able to settle down to sleep at the moment, so I'm either going to settle down to work on those re-writes or play video games. I could alternate between the two - play video games on my computer and work on re-writes on my chromebook. Maybe.

Or maybe I just need to to go to the bathroom.

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