Fiction Writing Today I am going to talk about the horror that is Intro to Fiction Writing. If forced to write a thoughtful critique of the class, it would go something like this: This class is unique and different. The chairs are quite comfortable and there are interesting literary sayings painted on the walls. Sometimes, Professor Grant’s clothes are interesting. However, everything else is awful. At times, it is horrendous. Terrible. Terrible. Terrible. I think this class could be improved by a sudden and violent blaze of fire. Perhaps my problem is that I was mistakenly permitted to enroll in this course without first completing the prerequisite. I believe it was called Advanced Sucking for Lamewads. I thought the caliber of writing could not possibly get much worse after reading the daring tale of “The Tailor and the Stripper” but oh, how wrong I was. In this class of only 16 people, we have already read the work of 5 students who wrote about (get this)… writing. How terribly innovative. Perhaps these are truly gifted artists who are simply and tragically misunderstood, but I am leaning more toward the possibility that they just plain suck. A popular theme was the frustration of writer’s block. It’s very avant-garde. One clever fellow entitled his story, “Stories”. Pure genius, I say. Another real gem was about an English major attending the fictional “Ohio State University”. Where did she come up with such a premise, I wonder! Now, I certainly can’t fault them for writing about their own lives, because God knows I practically wrote an autobiography and tried to pass it off as fiction (after changing a couple names, of course), but at least my life is mildly entertaining. However, that’s probably what the author of “Stories” thought. I am finally able to see the tremendous wealth of talent behind “The Tailor and the Stripper”. Unfortunately, its author, like so many creative geniuses, will probably not be appreciated in his lifetime. Such is life.