Hemingway...Seriously?

Well, my first writing class was last night. In spite of the chaos of my life, I managed to be pretty calm and confident as I went to class. How sad that it's been about twelve years since I've taken an honest to goodness class. I wasn't sure if I should take notes or not and wondered what the important parts of the lecture were. Luckily, I managed to take down three full pages of notes, but I'm not sure if they will make sense tomorrow.

We have four books to help us along this journey of authorship, wether we become published or not, only time will tell. This is a university class I'm taking advantage of by the way. My instructor informed us that we will be reading the short stories of Hemingway. WHAT? I have to admit that I've never been partial to Ernest Hemingway's writings, so I imagine that it will be a big learning curve for me. Of course my taste seems to lean a bit more to Jane Austen, Charles Dickinson, and let's not forget the estimable Diana Gabaldon.

I know that to be a good writer, one must read, and read a lot. Variety is just as important and quantity, and I will have to break out of my comfort zone. I will be introduced to Truman Capote's In Cold Blood, something I've never read before, and hopefully will stretch my literary horizons. Do you think I can get through the first 40 pages tonight? I better!

The writing assignments will stretch this little Mormon girl, and will have me go down paths that I've never really ventured. Luckily, being who I am will influence what I write and something will come of it that may be worthy of reading. At least I hope so!