2 hours 16 minutes until my first Fiction Writing class

I'm scared. I'm a very private person when it comes to writing, and I'm way less than thrilled at the prospect of possibly having to share what I write with a bunch of other people. Like, some of my ideas are pretty half-baked (like the entire philosophy upon which the Rift World is founded, and don't even get me started on Vheknesk) and while I think they're awesome, I'm keeping them to myself. Also I don't want to share my characters. My characters are intensely personal and while I don't mind sharing concepts or plots as much, I do not want to tell people about my racist, foulmouthed twelve-year-old twins, or my ethnocentric, hot-tempered fourteen-year-old who's physically and emotionally abusive to one of said twins. I don't want to tell people about Chatma's culture with its promiscuity, nudity, four-person marriages, and dual-form human-flying lizards.

Okay, so I am a bit excited about Vheknesk. I love it, and I think that the idea is just cracked enough, and so far removed from any sort of life of which we know, that it might fly under the crap radar.

It's time to go eat lunch; then I'm off to Mythical Monsters, about which I am really fucking excited.

EDIT: It was just as awful and horrific as I'd feared - we did a 15-minute writing exercise, then read them to the class. And I just had to go off and write shit. Like actual shit, not self-deprecating shit. And I've been told that for the purposes of this class, I should probably not write about timey-wimey places, or werewolves (which I guess Chatma falls under that umbrella) or vampires (bleck). So I'm probably going to focus on a genderless person in Dantaidas. My Medieval class also looks cool, and the professor is going to teach a class next semester on the development of the English language. I sort of freaked out when I heard that. I want to take that class.

Also I think I'm going to be an Anthropology/English Writing double major, and a Spanish minor. It sort of clicked today.