… and a Reader, not a Writer.
I discovered that in my short story writing class. While I enjoy writing, and the quality is fairly average, I find that I enjoy reading much more! But now that I’ve taken the class, I view everything I read with a writer’s eye, kinda like how everything I see has a 35mm format frame around it (this began in school, Photography at Fanshawe, and has continued ever since). When I read a good metaphor, for example, I think, “I could never come up with something like that!” It’s kind of discouraging. But alas, the class is over.
Book Club meetings can go back to Tuesday nights now!! (but next week’s meeting is still on Wednesday, since that’s the date we set).