Class

Class

Class was a success. I learned a few pointers, but they didn’t really apply to me. I was looking forward to adding to my vocabulary and instead I found that my writing is powerful and that I was brave to read what I did to class. I know there are some minor changes that can be done but the whole piece of the Love/Hate blog was good. I am annoyed with myself. If it is so good, why haven’t the NYT considered what I wrote, unless they are too chicken. That is a possibility I haven’t considered. It might be too powerful.

I had an exhausting day. I saw my pdoc this afternoon and then rode the trains until it was time to get something to eat and leave for the class. My pdoc and I talked about all the events of last week, including the psychotic symptoms of my reading experiences. I was afraid to tell her that in an email for fear of her telling me to go to the ER. I finally got a handle on the mania and she was glad that I did. And I still have a positive bank account so I am very happy about that as it could easily be in the negative. On the way back to the station, my legs gave way. I had woken up with my left knee hurting and sitting straight for three hours didn’t help it. Also the tops of my feet were on fire. I was dying by the time I reached the T. I could barely walk when the train came. I am going to be hurting tomorrow but I don’t have to do anything. It will be a rest day.

The person that does the editing is an editor. I am hoping I can hire her for my second book, or she can recommend someone that doesn’t cost a fortune. I also met someone in class that lives in my area. I wanted to give him my number but I didn’t. I should have kept a business card in my pocket. I think his name is John. I know the vicinity where he lives so he shouldn’t be too hard to find and we take the same bus route. I hope to bump into him again. He seems really cool.