Writing is My First Creative Love
Because writing is my first creative love, I write constantly, and have done so since my teenage years. The past couple of years led to an extreme reduction in my formerly-consistent blogging practice. I think I'm on my way back. Still, blogging isn't the only kind of writing I do.
Sometimes you decide to write material intended for 3 different books. Without finishing the first...
I have three books in the works. One is a novel. The other two are non-fiction, essay-esque pieces, not unlike the writing you'll find in my blog, or in my web pages that share my love affairs with Many Things Creative. Not only did I take a break from my long-term blogging practice, but I also checked out on my books. Sometimes it feels like time to dust them off again. To ensure they're kept closer to the forefront of my mind, I came up with a nifty visual tactic and designed some book covers. Now there are actual images to go along with the stories in these books. Putting them out here for others to see, in this way, is daunting. Today I'm okay with that. And they tell me today is really all we have, anyway...
Writing Classes Have Added So Much to My Life
Over the years there were other writing classes, several focused on magazine writing. Which I've yet to attempt. Then it seemed like enough time had passed that I might enjoy taking another one. This time, I signed up to take it with someone else. Kris Ferris and I enrolled in a class taught by our friends Dena Harris and Chris Laney. It's called The Write Motivation and we both got a lot out of it. What I didn't continue when we ere finished, however, is the regular practice of writing "morning pages" as recommended in The Artist's Way. I have a blog post about the book. (There's no progress to report since I published the post.) My fine artist friend, Phyllis Sharpe, is another champion of this practice, and her encouragement is steady but non-pressuring. She says I'll know when it's time to "do" The Artist's Way. That's one of the many reasons I love her.
One day I'd like to write more about the various writing classes I've taken over the years, just to see if I can effectively convey the unique nuance that exists in each type of class. Today I want to recall the specific energy of Alexis, who taught my first Creative Writing class. I was perhaps 20 and in awe of this tiny gypsy-hippie woman with the wild hair and New York accent who swirled through the room in her colorful flowing skirts and jangling bracelets. I last heard that she'd moved to California and although I hadn't seen her since the class ended, the lack of proximity nonetheless made me a little sad.