OOPS! I forgot to come back and comment about my haircut as promised. It's pretty okay. It doesn't quite look like the picture in the magazine, but then, do they ever? I'm not sure if it's the wrong length, or if I just don't know how to style it right. But I'm happy with it, so I guess that's all that matters. So, no bad moods from bad hair.
The other scary subject is that I am about to start an online writing workshop class called The Care and Feeding of the Girls in the Basement, taught by Barbara Samuel, an author I really love. I am pretty pumped about it, but boy am I out of my league. Everyone else in the class has been writing stories and plays and things since they were kids, and most have been published at least once somewhere, and most have several manuscripts completed or near completed. Me . . . not so much. I write on here a LOT, and I write lots of emails, and I have a couple of book ideas in my head, but have been too afraid to actually start writing. So this class is designed to help inspire and encourage me and to help me find and nurture my creative spirit. A pretty important key if I want to write, no?
I may follow my friend Julie's advice and start a separate writing blog to talk about the class and my journey. Whaddya think? All three of my readers, that is?