Today I hate nonfiction workshop. Because it means everything I read written by students is true. I suppose someone could make something up, but why? Why when we are bound by something that goes beyond and is more than confidence? I thought I had stories to tell. This is all too shocking for me–I don’t know how to respond. But I have to, with 500 words of commentary. Why, oh why am I subjecting myself to this kind of thing? And it’s the first workshop essay of the semester. What is left to tell?
I’ve had kind of a mixed day already. I didn’t work out–I couldn’t make myself go out in the cold and do it; I slept in and just was lazy. SO I don’t feel good about that. But I can try to salvage the rest of the day. Pray that I do what I am supposed to do and that I can handle myself properly.