Just spent a couple of hours talking to a writing class about writing. It was interesting, but strange.
Considering that it was a Fiction Lit class and not a writing class, it was odd. The teacher was a little odd too. My fellow writer, Hope and I, left the class, squinting at each other, saying, “That was weird.”
I felt sorriest for the students. They were captive and bored. I hope it’s not like that every day for them. Yes, I was charming, and tried to entertain them, and yes, that worked. It wasn’t enough. Anyway, they received six pages of Gossamer and Viridian as a bonus, if they want to read it.
Well. Let’s hope the next time we do that, it’s a little different.