new classes are like screenplays
Every time I create a new class and have blocked it all out, I think I’m incredibly smart planning it out and writing and titling lectures and thinking up assignments and putting together study material and clips. By the time I have the class and lectures and materials outlined and put together I think I’m the cat’s meow, all that figured out and done and done!
But that never works. Not right up front.
It’s just like a script.
I figure it out. I lay it out. I plot it out. I think, THIS TIME, it’s all figured out, THERE WILL BE NO REWRITES!
And then.
After it’s all put together the way I thought it would work, I see ways to make it better. And start tearing things out and switching things out and rewriting and reorganizing…
All of which means I just spent the entire weekend rearranging, rewriting, and reorganizing the new January class The First 30 Pages.
What the Hell, Max?
What’s really annoying is it is better.
Dammit! That is not incentive to not do this again!
I wonder if this happens to architects.
It’s easy — okay it is a royal pain but still easier — for me to rip about changing the order of information and words than it is for someone who has just had a cement mixer pour a foundation.
It’s got to be trickier when someone has poured concrete.
Dear God:
Thank you for making me a writer and not an architect.
Those jackhammers and chisels would be the end of me.
Love and Kisses,
Your Favorite No Concrete Adams Girl
