Had my third workshop with David Fulmer last night, and if I can survive this class it will be a miracle. Reading my writing samples, out loud, before the class and the instructor, makes me break out in a cold sweat. Mic-fright. Painfully shy. Wallflower that wilts in the public gaze.
But it's good for me. The class is great, David is doing an excellent job, the other students are supportive. I'll survive, I hope.
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