Last week in creative writing my professor read a short piece of mine to the class. We were supposed to write a flashback scene, and mine was about a guy who was remembering his dead wife at Christmas. Everyone really seemed to enjoy it, saying it was the perfect way to transition into a flashback. I was really flattered and surprised that a two page story would be that well received.
Today, my professor told me that I'm good at nailing my characters--I make them multi-dimensional and real. He thinks I should minor in creative writing since I'm majoring in Literature. I'm so happy that someone appreciates my writing, because it is incredibly important to me. I try to be completely honest in my work; I'm very reserved in real life, not letting people in, but when I write I take down those walls. Whenever I write something, I will be satisfied with it for a while, then the next day I will worry that it is not good enough. Which is kind of like saying that I worry that I won't be good enough.
Writing is one of the only things in my life that I feel like I have any talent for at all. Knowing that other people think I'm good at it means so much to me.
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