I have never been around people who drink very much. But at all of our social functions people here have been drinking and it’s made me a little uncomfortable. There’s another girl that is sober, too, so that makes me feel less of a freak. But people say the darndest things when they’re a few drinks in.
ANother girl here is freaked out by my writing and said so last night. SHe was much less critical than the other one, but she just kept using the words “wild stuff” and “weird”. I didn’t feel like defending myself last night, I just kind of shrugged and let her go on. But I was told later be someone who was there that they all agreed it was powerful writing even if it was disturbing. And this someone stood up for me and my writing, which made me feel good.
I think I’m up for workshop again today with my piece I want to send to Creative Nonfiction. I’m looking forward to reading it and getting feedback so I can revise it one more time and send it off before the deadline. So we will see how it goes.