Where once you couldn’t get me into a classroom; now, you can’t get me out of one.
Last night I started taking a six-week creative non-fiction workshop since I am not already busy enough with work and wedding preparation. The writing was different and very taxing. We kept shifting sensory gears but stayed on the same topic, which in this case turned out to be an emergency room that I visited way too often as a kid.
If the point of the exercise is to keep pen to paper, then I succeeded on that level, and, for the first time I can recall, I was able to write about my childhood without using $5 words and overwrought descriptions. If I can keep that up with other aspects of my writing; I’ll be pretty happy.
Assignments for the week revolve around creating a story concerning where I currently live and a story from a resident (real or fictional). The story I posted last week would probably get me halfway there but I’m not sure I want to go that route just yet but it feels good to have the option.
This means I’m going to put a stop to some of my reading and get back to some writing. Yeah, yeah, I know that’s an old tune but I have a couple of for real deadlines looming so there you go with that.
By the way, I’m getting married in about 93 hours. You know I am ultra excited when I start breaking it down to smaller units!
Love ya like Papyrus loves cutting down trees!