Books this weekend...
Feb. 19th, 2006 05:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zalenaI finished Guy Gavriel Kay's The Lions of Al-Rassan which was left for me by a well-meaning friend this Xmas. Aside from being just slightly too long, it had all the elements of things I like in adventure/fantasy books, including murder, intrigue, and decent amount of bawdy humor.
What I'm most embarrassed about is how this friend guessed I might like it.
"Are you calling me vulgar?" I asked one night.
"Well, you are, in a good way," he answered.
I can never decide whether I like that this part of me shows or not.
Next in line is another Fay Weldon title. Every so often a girl needs a little snark.
Today I taught my second creative writing class at the public library, this time on character. Only 3 people showed up, 1 of which was a repeat from my first class, which had 20 people. The old me would have had a fit about the turnout worried that no one had liked me (despite rave reviews) and filled with fear that I'd never be asked back again. But other than being a little flustered (because my lesson plan was geared towards a larger, younger class), I actually think I preferred the smaller group.
Afterwards the program coordinator thanked me and apologized for the turnout. "It's always like this," she said. "People start so enthusiastic, but don't want to commit to anything."
"Well, commitments hard to come by in this world," I said. "Besides, these kids are busy, and most of them are dependant upon parents to get them here."
I have a third session before I'm finished, at which point I don't think I'll be doing any more unless it's an entirely different horse.
What I'm most embarrassed about is how this friend guessed I might like it.
"Are you calling me vulgar?" I asked one night.
"Well, you are, in a good way," he answered.
I can never decide whether I like that this part of me shows or not.
Next in line is another Fay Weldon title. Every so often a girl needs a little snark.
Today I taught my second creative writing class at the public library, this time on character. Only 3 people showed up, 1 of which was a repeat from my first class, which had 20 people. The old me would have had a fit about the turnout worried that no one had liked me (despite rave reviews) and filled with fear that I'd never be asked back again. But other than being a little flustered (because my lesson plan was geared towards a larger, younger class), I actually think I preferred the smaller group.
Afterwards the program coordinator thanked me and apologized for the turnout. "It's always like this," she said. "People start so enthusiastic, but don't want to commit to anything."
"Well, commitments hard to come by in this world," I said. "Besides, these kids are busy, and most of them are dependant upon parents to get them here."
I have a third session before I'm finished, at which point I don't think I'll be doing any more unless it's an entirely different horse.
