I posted a few weeks ago about making a connection with a super-sweet writer who was teaching a class up in New York. I'd initially emailed asking if she'd ever do anything online, and she responded with kind words, great enthusiasm and a lot of helpful information.
After a few emails, the chain dropped and I honestly thought that would be the end of it. Because really, what published, working, functional writer has time for a little wanna-be girl like me?
To my great surprise (and delight...yes, I just said delight), I got an email from her last week saying she'd found a way to take a new class online. It will be all about getting your novel in publishing-ready format, with all the spit and polish needed to make it really shine. There will be discussions by other published writers, tips and tricks for what works, and lots of information on the many options suddenly available in the publishing industry (Self-publish? Hmm...yeah, I've thought about that...).
Of course I'm interested! Of course I want to take this class! I've just finished (again) my first draft of my silly little book (tentatively titled, by the way, The Zombie Killers), so any tips on getting it ready for submission would be excellently timed. Right?
But then...even though I'm excited, and even though I really, really want to do it...part of me is TERRIFIED. Because I haven't been in a classroom setting since I graduated college (ooof!) nine years ago. Because I'm literally making this whole "be a writer" thing up as I go, flying by the seat of my pants, hoping to make it work on my own. (Holy cliches, Batman!!!) Because I have NO IDEA what I'm talking about half the time.
I don't want to pay a ton of money to sit at my computer and sound like an ass! And really, the chances of that happening are pretty damn good!
Plus, there's the whole issue of the class being during Zoe's bedtime...how much do you want to bet that almost every week, I'll have to go answer some crazy three-year-old request or give an extra 32 kisses before she'll go to sleep for Charles? The odds are good in Zoe's favor, I'd say.
But I really really really want to take this class. The teacher seems amazing. She was recommended by an literary agent. She's published lots of short stories, and she sold her first book (it's coming out next year). I'd be stupid to pass this up.
I think I just need to grow a pair and sign up...all will be well....and if I sound like an ass? Well, it wouldn't be the first time, and it won't be the last.