My favorite Creative Writing professor just agreed to do an independent study with me this summer while I’m on campus taking classes. We’ll grab coffee or sit on the docks by the river once a week and discuss a piece of my writing, probably a chapter, each week.
I find writing to be so much easier when I work toward a deadline, and when I know that someone will be reading my work. I think most writers, regardless of their ages or experience levels, can relate to that.
But a confession: within 24 hours of seeing my summer plans start to unfold the way I hoped they would, I began to get anxious. You see, my ultimate goal is to finish my monstrous work-in-progress, which I’ve literally been working on for YEARS.