Stephen King and I came upon the same idea. I did it as they say in Vermont, "on accident." Looking at some old emails I realized that I was always writing to someone and telling stories. You need to write to someone that you want to share some concept with. You write just like you are talking to a best friend in an email.King also worked in a dry cleaners and the similarities ended there. Removing all the naysayers-helped me-producing an imperfectly perfect product. If I didn't listen to what others said good writing was about I would have written more. Get rid of the inner critics.Why is so much nervousness spent worrying about writing and making it a horrid task? Why do we have to complicate things? If you don't ever write anything again no one will ever know. Sort of got that one from the Brady Bunch.Remembering taking a college course with Gladys Siegel it was summer the room was not air conditioned and her class was crowded.
She wasn't very nice. The next day I decided to drop the course and then thought better of it.It was my stay the course moment. Sometime later I would realize that she was just getting rid of students in an overly crowded class. Still she was tough.Getting back my first term paper I had wished she had used a different color pen. It could have been that she brought me to tears. And yet I persisted and the red ink on my pages became less.For my last essay I wrote two stories. It was just me and her in the classroom. I was looking for the emotion on her face and she laughed at all the right parts and then she choked up as she read another essay about my mom. It was clear-cut I finally gave her what she wanted. In the end I ended up liking this teacher even though she was tough.