Last night was our last night of class. Yay! We had cookies, talked writing for a bit, and then did a reading. Yeah, mine sucked. Should have picked a more recent story. The problem is I start a lot of stories but I rarely finish them. The one I read last night was only 9 pages, which was a good thing. The bad thing was I don't even known what year I wrote the darn thing in and my style has dramatically changed. Let's just say there was a multitude of inward cringes, if you know what I mean.
Ah well. Reading done. Class meetings done. THWADS done. The only thing left is to do is polish the short story and turn it in. The suggestions from my group members are minor and shouldn't take more than fifteen or twenty minutes to incorporate. Maybe that's what I'll do next. Finish my final assignment and await judgement.
Once this semsester is behind me, I can focus on my novel edits. I'm a little over halfway done. Part of me thinks one good weekend would knock it out. You know, as long as I actually worked on the edits instead of watching television, scrapbooking, reading, or doing housework.