Week 11

I love workshop days, can I just say that? There is nothing quite like getting that feedback, the negative as well as the positive. When I feel stuck in a certain area or something, work-shopping is just the thing to help me out. Not to mention is absolutely awesome to read what everyone else is writing. The whole thing is very exciting. I especially love being able to identify certain people by their writing now, having gone through the semester with them. It's cool to recognize literary footprints.

For my final project thingy I'm looking to write 2 to 3 chapters of a YA novel. I have a story in mind, now we'll see if it feels like cooperating, if not behaving.

This is going to be a brief entry today so I'm skipping right to a bit of my recent writing.

"I'll be there in a minute." I waved Julia on as I slipped into the bathroom. The door clattered shut behind me. The springs must be wound too tight or something.

I blinked to adjust to the dim light of the room. Why is it that bathrooms are either too dim or too bright? This one gave me the feeling of being underwater with the blue green tiles and paint just barely illuminated by the bulbs above me. The white sinks stood out like a row of seashells.

Scanning the row of five stalls I noticed that there was only one other person here, occupying the third stall.

I counted back in my head. It was Thursday. I'd used this bathroom twice this week. That meant today was the third stall. Of course it would be. I huffed and leaned against the wall to wait.

I was going to be late for class. Again. But I knew better than to just use one of the four open stalls. This girl was going to think I was crazy for waiting when there were so many open but it didn't matter. If I just used one of the others I'd be back in here in five minutes if Mrs. Kelsy would give me a bathroom pass. Then I'd have to explain my double trip to Julia.

I pulled out my notebook and flipped through it, looking over the homework that was already piling up for tonight.

I heard the flush and then the running of the tap. I nodded absently as the girl passed me and the door clattered again. She was wearing shiny new sneakers with sequins. Not really my style, but to each their own I suppose.