While I still hope to achieve a NaNoWriMo goal, I believe I have set myself up for failure yet again. After giving some serious thought to the purpose of NaNo, I began to have misgivings about the usefulness of it, particularly in the context of previous winners (but I plan to write about that later). While I believe NaNo is particularly useful to get people to write, I’m a bit worried about the end result of that writing being complete garbage.
So, I’ve decided to enroll in a creative writing class. I have been hoping to do this for many years, but there was only one Community College in my area that offered creative writing courses, and none of them were online. While looking at the courses for this semester for the county’s online community college, I noticed that they have since added a creative writing program. Not just a class or two, but an entire program.
This was much too exciting to pass up. So I signed up for the first class in the program, Introduction to Creative Writing. It started yesterday. NaNo starts tomorrow. I’m not sure that I’ll be able to do both, and I’m almost positive I won’t be able to do both well. However, when I think about my future, and what I would like to do with my writing, I feel that a structured environment in which to learn good habits will be more beneficial to those long-term goals.
As I work on the first writing project, carbonation bubbles of doubt rise to the top of my consciousness. It’s entirely possible I’m simply not cut out for this. And that, continues to frighten and concern me. I don’t mind failing at most things. This is different. This is not most things, this is the thing.