This semester I’m taking a creative writing class. Since I’m done with my degree requirements, I figured I might as well take something for my own enjoyment. It’s been going well enough so far, and I think it’s been good for me.
First, however, I had to flee the Crazy Poetry Lady. She’s traveled the world to perform her poetry. She loves poetry. She told us we’re artists. She wanted us to write poems together in class. She wanted us to write a play together as well, so we could send it to the author of the book it was based upon. We were going to read eight books, but not really talk about craft at all. As for regular fiction, we’d do two short-shorts, but no real short stories — we didn’t have time for that. What we did have time for, however, was over six poems and two one-act plays. And lots of performances of memorized poems (not our own) that we would record for the CD at the end of the class. And printing up a collection of our work for everyone to take home at the end of the semester. And planning a class party. Oy!!
Luckily, I escaped. Within the first 90 seconds of the section I switched to, I could tell it was exactly what I was hoping for. We’ve had mini readings, and we discuss some aspect of craft in general and in relation to the pieces we’ve read. We’ve had examples ranging from unknown-to-me short story authors to Tobias Wolfe to Stephen King, so while some of the selections could be labeled as “literary”, she doesn’t seem biased against either genre or commercial fiction.
I’ve noticed a few things so far this semester:
-I’m a procrastinator when it comes to fiction writing, as with any other kind.
-I’ve proven that I was right about my writing issues — most people freaked out when I told them I was going to take a creative writing course. Since I’ve had problems with writing my research papers, they all assumed it was a problem with writing in general and seemed skeptical when I insisted I felt very differently about imaginative writing. That’s not to say that this writing isn’t hard, but I can do it.
-I make things I write sound better than they are when I read them aloud in class. It’s my theater background, I suppose. I really enjoy reading aloud.
-For a similar reason, I’m much better in the first person. (Although I’ve heard that’s true for many beginning writers.) I’m more comfortable writing a character’s voice because I’m familiar with that through acting. My writing often becomes stilted when I try the third person POV.
-All of the reading I’ve done, both online and on paper, about writing and craft, have been really helpful. It’s all tuned my ear. I listen to the work of my classmates and evaluate how well it grabs the reader, how interesting it is, how close to professional it sounds, how original an idea or voice they have, how pleasant are the rhythm of the words.
-I’d really love to get a job in publishing. Isn’t that such a cliché for a wanna-be writer? I’ll hope that Tom ends up with a job in NY (there are a few openings there he’s interested in).
-I need to write more, and more often.
-I’m finding it to be a genuinely fun experience, and taking the course was one of the best decisions I’ve made in a long time.
…Now I’m off to finish my story. Damned the free internet connection here in the coffee shop!
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