I'm about to print out my two stories for Writers Workshop tonight. I'm so happy that they're done! One is a tale of an apathetic American in Moscow who has to take care of an apathetic Russian orphan for a day. The other is a story I keep reworking and reworking about a girl just trying to get home after her job at an all night pizza joint, but she gets accosted (mentally) by this Billy Graham-ite. She ends up being the cool, compassionate one.

Unfortunately, the class is going to have to read the long one - the Russian story is 6,000 words. The teacher gets to read the other, closer to 1,800 (barely a story! you say. Well, pray that the teacher doesn't).

I'm worried about the Russian story...the prose is fairly direct and un-flowery - I was trying to evoke the cold and bleak stuff surrounding the main character, but it might just sound flat. The ending might be corny as well, but - (This drivel has been stopped by DrivelWatch (tm), coming to a blog near you).