Ah, the joys of feeling better combined with a lot of great classes in April.
I’ve signed up for 4 classes. That’s right, 4. All through two chapters of RWA.
What started it was getting a forwarded message about a couple of workshops being done by the Kiss of Death chapter. After my Criminal Minds addiction (hey, a great tv show when you’re trapped lying on a couch is a mind saver), seeing their workshop on Behavioural Portraits of Criminal Predators was a no brainer.
Aren’t all authors profilers in a way?
They are also offering a course called Organic Writer’s Guide to Plotting as You Go. I’m a panster, or organic writer, and I’ve been trying to figure out how to plot more in my books but drawing a serious blank. It’s like it’s tailor made for me. Thank you, universe! Oh, and the Kiss of Death chapter, too.
And hey, since I was checking out this chapter, I thought, why not check out the fantasy, futuristic and paranormal chapter as well?
I blame them for offering a course on writing as a business, just after I’ve done my taxes and realized I need to understand the business side more. Their fault entirely that I’ve signed up for their course.
And then, having now joined the FF&P chapter, they sent out a notice of a 2 week free-for-members editing class. Editing, the bane of my existence. Right up there with plotting.
It, too, was a logical must.
But now I look at what I’ve committed to and my eyes are bulging out, just a little. It’ll certainly keep me out of trouble.
Why are all these perfectly-suited-to-my-circumstances classes offered at the same time?
The only thing left to do now is learn, learn, learn. Ride that rollercoaster and not get motion sick.
I can do it. I have faith in me.