A Writing Class Experience

Sherwood Hughes

In the first half of 2014 I decided to take a creative writing class. The class was in Cambridge Massachusetts and funnily enough, taught by a neighbor that lives a few blocks from me in the South End of Boston.  I was later to discover that we also have at least one friend in common — yes, Boston is small.

So I dutifully signed up, paid my fee, and got myself psyched for “going back to school.” I actually like school, so that wasn’t a huge stretch. I also figured, if anything, it would help me with the seven chapters of a murder mystery I’d already spent a number of months researching, taking notes for, and writing. Yes, you guessed it, I work slowly at things I don’t know, and at 150 miles an hour at things I do know well. So it’s safe for you to assume that writing is a new…

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