Writing Class

I signed up to take a writing class today and we are supposed to take a few minutes every single day to write. As if I don't. I used to do more but there are too many secrets and too much I don't want found. So now it has to be relegated to certain areas of my life.

We're supposed to put down thoughts and ideas we'd like to write about. So I can do that. I made a huge list of possible magazine articles. The trouble is that I have not followed through on any of it. At least, not much. I did get the book review published and now I will have to hunt down my money in order to get myself paid.

I haven't had an idea for a story much lately. I tend to write erotic stories and that's not so suitable for this class. Maybe I will just hold off on that. For the most part, fiction doesn't interest me anymore. Only the erotic romance novels and some fantasy hold an attraction. But straight literary novels? No. I find them dull.

Of course, how can I say that when I haven't read one in years?

Maybe tomorrow I will write about my surgery and the hospital stay. That's more interesting than trying to state what my writing ideas are.