Tomorrow my flash story will be critted in the workshop. I'm not worried about the other students' reaction to the story - it won't be any big deal if someone says "I couldn't read this" or "I don't feel comfortable critiquing erotica". However, the thought of Swanwick ripping me a new one makes me sick to my stomach. He's already mentioned that he doesn't particularly like us handing in flash fiction, since there's so little of it for him to work with. Less writing = less to be able to teach me with. I understand what he's saying, and agree with him for the most part. However, I write flash, I want to write better flash, and it's a form I want to write a LOT in. That's why I turned it in, and wanted it critiqued. But he's not going to be happy. And he's not going to sugar-coat his unhappiness.
Anyway, I'm having a little freakout right now. Didja notice? I betcha didn't notice!! So instead of doing anything constructive, I'm watching episodes of "Clone Wars" and drinking rum and coke. Because that's what real writers do: drink, bitch, and procrastinate. Clarion is teaching me so much!