Once I had learned of the Mystery Writer details from Ben Sinclair, I planned to attend the class at Rassner. Why not? What exactly did I have to lose? Absolutely nothing. Writing wasn’t my career. Not for an e-magazine. Not for a newspaper. Not for a blog. If one frowned on me for failing E.L. Poison’s class, I wouldn’t mind, able to live with myself. I wouldn’t scowl, end up hating anyone, or feeling self-doubt because of error-driven ways and lack of talent. Truth said, the complete opposite could have occurred, though. I would maybe write a short story after the six weeks under Hatchford Daily’s care, obtain publication, and begin a writing career, concentrating on mainstream mysteries. No matter what happened to me, I would survive. No love would be lost.
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