Pink hearts? I thought it was the Lucky Charm influence.

Did you notice Writin Wednesday was swept under the carpet? I had to postpone my meeting with my instructor until this afternoon, so I spent yesterday writin writin writin, just not sharing sharing sharing.* The instructor wrote his own course materials, and as a friend said to me yesterday (quoting another teacher), in creative writing classes you learn how to write like the instructor likes to write. In this case, he apparently likes to write a piece the incorrect way several times before weedling it down to something a little more 'quality' (has anyone ever read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance? I love this idea of quality as it pertains to art...). I don't like his method, because I'm a snotty egomaniac, and I don't want to bend my words into something obviously piss-poor. I'm going to kindly broach this subject today with Mr.H - maybe we can come up with a different way to do the exercises. Because I'm paying him.

*Backstory: I signed up for a distance learning course through the UofM a couple years ago, but got a little sidetracked with pregnancy and two kids, so I'm finally getting my act together to finish the thing.

Here, looky the pretty heart Madeleine drew for me yesterday:



"No, Mommy. It's not a heart... it's a GUN!!! See the bullets?"
"Honey, what do guns do?"
"Kill."
"Kill what?"
"Elk."
Yes, sweetheart. Pink guns with bubble-gum bullets kill elk.