First writing class went well last night. The Brooklyn Brainery is much smaller than I was expecting, but it’s a nice space. It also reminded me that NYC is a much smaller place than people realize, because one of the editors that works on my floor was also taking the class.
We didn’t really talk until we left, but we both seemed so ashamed to admit that we’re working on a novel. It seems to be a very common thing in publishing. Which makes sense, you work in the book industry because you love books, and usually that goes hand in hand with a love of writing.
