I feel like Etta James, except the lover of the lyric isn't a person, it's creating.
I'm writing again, on my novel, for the first time in a couple decades.
The writing workshop was last night and it's EXCELLENT. Though it's a local
community (not univ.) class, I was blown away by how insightful and intelligent each
participant is. The guy I was next to (handsome, silver hair, a little younger
and--down, Hops--no doubt awash in women) has published several novels.
The others have written between one and three. These people, with only one
exception, are so educated and articulate it was like sitting in a room with
several professors.
There are only six students. So the intensity of the focus we each get when our
own work is "workshopped" is wonderful. We get detailed notes from each other
and the instructor's observations are extremely clear. I don't know when I've
encountered a more articulate teacher of the craft side of writing fiction, which
is what I needed most. I don't need much help with description or flow, but the
structural questions. And some character development issues I've wrestled with
are really going to become more clear.
So what hit me (in Amber's thread actually) was that I think I've acted resistant
or defiant about a lot of the other parts of life because for so very long now, I
no longer had MY part of life. And now I am taking that back. It's writing my own
real work in a context where I'm supported for doing that. The workshop isn't
like having a family, but to have those hours each week for a while where people
just assume I am doing what I'm here to do...is an amazing (old/good) feeling
to experience again. I think it's going to make the rest of my life feel better in
many ways, if I'm creating again.
Hope I'm not over-the-top overblowing this, and there's also the jinx factor, but
it does feel so good.
xo
Hops