put up some more writings... one problem i'm running into seems to be reconciling the expression of an inner world with the demands of realism. sometimes i have no patience for description and detail; yet without realism i feel like my stories are not "grounded". i can't write in the air. the ideal seems to be kafka's "metamorphosis", where an elusive inner state is projected outward with frightening immediacy.
creative writing class turned out to be something like a therapy group. it's reinforcing my narcissism, basking in compliments for my miserable efforts... i'm becoming rather vain, though i know i shouldn't take my classmates' judgments too seriously. i wish everyone were more critical. i wouldn't mind seeing my work torn to pieces now and then. but it seems we're all afraid of hurting each other's feelings, being sensitive artists etc. well, at least it's motivating me to write regularly. i am never enough to motivate myself.