i’m sitting in the noisy library. i don’t know why i keep coming back here – it simply can’t be conducive to writing anything of substance. but at least my tv isn’t here. are libraries like this now? babies screaming. books being slammed on to tables. elevators pinging. librarians shouting at one another across the room (okay maybe that last one was a bit of an exaggeration but they are definitely talking to each other at full volume). maybe it’s a california thing. i don’t get it.

yesterday i had big intentions of filling my day by filling page after page but then i got distracted by the idea of enrolling in a real writing class and so i wrote absolutely nothing. loser. i did find two possible writing classes and spent hours exchanging emails with the women who run the programs. here’s what i’m juggling:

1. the writer’s barber shop
meets in the mission – convenient – on nights and weekends – not my first choice…i’d love a day time class, i mean at what other point in my life am i going to have the luxury of taking a day time class?! has a great combination class (5 weeks intro to fiction, 5 weeks starting your novel) that begins in two weeks – perfect, less time for me to freak out and drop out – the class i want to take is currently full with a waiting list already. they do offer the same class in berkeley and there is room – but it’s on the weekend and well, that’s no good. there is a memoir class, which i know is the style i really write. i had this idea in my head that i shouldn’t be writing memoir because, well, i’m 27 and a 27 year old shouldn’t write a memoir. but i’ve never really written fiction before – i always feel like i’m lying. then i started reading THIS blog and realized that she’s young and writes memoir…focused on small bits of life…not necessarily “this is what i have learned in my lifetime and want to share it with you before i die” a la barbara walters or at least i think what barbara walters wrote but i don’t know for sure since i didn’t read the book but did just return it to the library. anyway, i sort of think i could write the other type of memoir. and well..maybe i should take a class. but the memoir class is on sunday afternoons and doesn’t start until the end of february – way too much time for potential freak out and run and also sunday mornings – not a time i am looking for an additional activity.

2. bruised bananas
classes are held in noe valley – couldn’t be better! and there is a memoir class that meets on friday mornings – perfect! but the classes begin the week i’m in boston for CURLY’S birthday and i hate to miss the very first session. it’s also clear, as the name suggests, this place is going to be fairly touchy feely – classes are held “in the greenhouse of imagination” (and yes, i too just threw up in my mouth). but it’s a great time, great location and it’s a writing class so maybe i should just suck it up and deal with the cheese (or the fruit or whatever, the website is one pun after another). okay, i had also convinced myself that the founder was an erotica writer which i now can find no evidence of so it must have been one of the other programs i was looking at – clearly a point in that schools favor.

i’m torn…thoughts?

in other news…ABN and i are going to a class for engaged and newly married couples at the temple tonight. we’re going to be the old married couple which is sort of lame – ABN suggested that we lie and say we were recently engaged. i hated the idea until i realized we could say we were planning an outrageous destination wedding. ABN said no. so i guess we’ll stick to the truth. unfortunately i we woke up to no hot water so most likely we will be the smelly couple sitting alone in the corner. we’ll never make friends.