Thursday, March 28, 2013


I have been asked to be part of a writer's group whichisaprivilegeIknow.

It's just that.


I don't critique anymore.
Maybe they'll be alright if I limit my comments to those things I love.

My self imposed first assignment comes from a writing teacher who gave me time.
Flash fiction, five hundred word limit, must contain a man in black, a fishbowl and a train.

Today I am grateful for the opportunity to stretch and see if, ohgoodgosh, I am any better of a writer than I was eight years ago.


Chantel said...

Oooh, I'm excited for you! I've been considering going back to school for some writing thing or another, just to be forced to write more, outside my wheelhouse--and get some unbiased critique.

Anyway, you're gonna be brilliant...and the world should have a bit more of you, truly.

Shea Goff said...

Ahhhhh, I ran out of time this morning but at least I got the piece submitted. It was definitely a stretch. We'll see what the group thinks.


Here's the thing.

Writing to please scares me. The result of that fear in this piece meant I may have challenged my reader to not be so pleased. We'll see.

Also, Chantel. I don't deserve all the praises you give but I surely appreciate them.