Lessons from a Prose Class (Or, What I Learned in Writing School IS…)

At the end of my first official prose writing class in college, I took away two things I wanted to do with my writing. Be bold, and Be mysterious. The first thing was decided after I read a short story for the class, titled A Real Doll. It is a story about a teenage boy who, um, has a relationship with a Barbie doll. A relationship of the between-the-sheets sort. I hated that story. After reading it I was tormented for weeks, and even now,…Continue Reading “Lessons from a Prose Class (Or, What I Learned in Writing School IS…)”