Man! This thread is becoming my personal blog... maybe it's time to let it slip away into the ether.

I went to my first writing class today. I missed last week's class (the first) because I was in Wisconsin for my Mother's funeral. What an interesting collection of people in the class. There's a woman who is doing the geneology of her family: I asked her if she was just doing a family tree, or whether she was doing memoirs. Nope: she's doing a family tree... maybe toss in an anecdote though. There's another woman who is doing a memoir but is not using the real names of anyone in her family, and wants to write like Danielle Steele. Then there's a young man who wants to write an action novel. The other young man isn't sure yet, what he wants to write. The stuff he wrote in the first class and passed around to us was all about how he survived a serious accident, because he is such a party animal, and a sex machine. And he dares anyone to say he's not a man. And then there's me. As strange as the others, I guess.

This should be interesting. Maybe we could collaborate on a joint project.

Anyone else around?

Jerry