Writer's Room

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

Tonight was the fourth and last night of the writing class I took, until our teacher, Laurie, starts it up again in April. I liked meeting in her upstairs studio at home, just five of us [all women] and her. With a ceramic pot of herbal tea, a carafe of fruited water and some nibbles.

The class was really helpful. But hard, too.....making the mental space and planting butt in chair to actually write....fighting a pressing need to nap, write notes, pitch articles, make calls, bake cookies, pay bills, balance the checkbook and clean behind the bathroom faucets with Q-tips instead.....crafting the start of the story and recrafting it.....I hope I can push forward.....I want to push forward.

Good night.

TCOY

1. Private Benjamin with H. Useful. 
2. Walked home, stopping to get groceries on the way.
3. Walked Puff around block once.
4. Had another orange!
5. Talked to my friend Candy!!! So good to catch up.
6. Writing class.
7. Hugged my Figgy.
8. Almost forgot--pursued leads about two job openings today. Felt good and can-do.