Sunday, August 30, 2009
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Saturday, August 15, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
I’ve just finished an 8-week Non-Fiction writing course. The assignments and deadlines pushed me to write every week, even though I found so little time to do so. I spent my precious few weekend hours writing seven pieces. I’m proud of all of them, though most need additional work.
Now that the course is finished, I’ll go it on my own, without the external demands of the deadlines. But, as I sit here this Saturday, tired from a hectic workweek, I feel like relaxing a bit and want to put off any writing till “later.”
But I’ve had years of “later.” I know what it means: that I won’t write. So I know that it can't wait, that waiting can be such a cop-out.
Courses are great, certainly. They give us different perspectives and critiques, and tips for improvement. And they push us with the assignment deadlines.
Nevertheless, I reject the notion that a course is a necessity. If we love something, we get it done. We motivate ourselves.