Another class

Just got back from a make-up writing class. Very exciting, as I am trusting the process of writing this way -- as in I have no idea what this is I'm writing, a book, short story, a play, a one-woman show? -- and it's f*cking weird.

But I'm hooked. And I finally feel comfortable being nuts and getting these stories out. OUT OUT OUT, I say. And can one really be comfortable being nuts?

I'm wondering where Jeffrey is... I need to go visit him and Alan and their new corgi-shepherd pup before he isn't a pup anymore.