i'm feeling pretty intimidated for my longform fiction class next semester. 32 people applied to get into the class, which only had 12 spots -- and i managed to get in. i'm pretty proud of myself, yes, but. i know the professor and would like to think i'm on good terms with her, so that most likely factored into her decision. but like...i feel bad that some of my other friends who i think are more experienced and enthusiastic writers didn't get in.
some of my friends who did manage to get in already have ideas and are super excited on what they want their novella to be. me, however....nothing so far. and i kind of want to have an idea so i don't scramble for something at the last minute....
my professor told me not to worry, but...i don't know. i'm just intimidated by my writer friends, i guess;;;
i'm a closet writer. i don't like telling people with the casual flip of my hair that i'm a writer and want to get published. if anything, i want to be on the other side, deciding what to publish.
but i do have this idea that was inspired by the (catty) lolita culture i see practiced here in the west. but i'm not sure if it has enough sparkle power to impress anyone...
i'll keep thinking and hoping i'll add up to something in the class. =^=;;
