Yesterday was my last session of a writing workshop offered at the Thomas More institute. 12 weeks of fiction writing.
It’s been swell.
Actually it’s been more than swell, it’s been great.
For 12 weeks, the workshop has challenged me, improved me and provided me with new ideas and fresh perspectives.
The readings were great and pulled me out of my comfort zone. The assignments were quite good at solidifying what I’d learned, the ideas I played with and they stimulated my desire to write and pushed it to new levels.
I went into it with doubts (having had bad experiences years beforehand). Anxiety mixed with excitement (an explosive combination) but from the start I was amazed, tickled and downright inspired by the students and the leaders. The leaders were insightful, knowledgeable and nurturing. The students, what can I say about the students? The group was enthusiastic, warm and full of life, eclectic in the best way possible. They were so full of skill and inspiration and it pushed me to try harder in my own work.
You were all wonderful.
I thank you all.
I now I have a month to write a short story which will then be read (along with all the others) at what is gearing up to be a very pleasant evening.
I intend to savor the writing.
I am sad to see the workshop end.
Time to write.
After a maudlin evening, I’m dusting myself off and coming up swinging. It’s been a very full week and I’m psyching myself up for a massive session of writing tonight.
But first, a pause for cuteness (and inspiration for me):
Ain’t she cute? A budding artist for sure. I don’t even mind that it ain’t writing. There’s time. She’s not two yet.
So, this week:
I mean the title in a GOOD way. Really.
This morning was good.
I’ve just experienced a few days (ok, more than a few) where I’ve only managed to write a few hundred words (if any at all). They’re not bad words, they really look good on the page. I can’t complain about them. It’s just that I had to ask, plead, cajole them to the page. I had to pull them out, yank them from my brain. The part of me that writes had to transform into a chunky lumpy bouncer in an overstuffed tuxedo and get in there and manhandle those words out of me.
That’s never fun.
This morning the logjam cleared up. I typed up a nice 1000 word scene and kept going. I didn’t even have to think, my fingers just moved. When I dared stop, I took a few minutes to re-read it. I had time, those words came so fast! I liked what I read. The words even sounded good out loud.
It’s an amazing feeling. I can’t tell you how it feels to anyone else, but for me, it’s a rush of confidence, joy and relief in a big ball of crazy sunshine. It’s a really smooth scotch mixed with frenetic rock n’roll.
I wanted to write it down because I need to write today. I need to write my stories, or just a blog entry. Anything and everything. Most important however, I wanted to write it down and share it because it’s a feeling I want to hang onto and remember well because the memory will carry me through in a few days when the words stop flowing out and my muse has to turn into a night club bouncer again.
It was a good weekend. Spent time with the family. The weather was beautiful.
And I got some writing done.
The outline is done. After sending it out, I saw some problems which I’ve fixed (we’ll see what the feedback/suggestions will be). I’ve added a few scenes. All the scenes are entered in yWriter. All the characters, notes and scribbles and notions are entered. I’ve even gotten a new idea that just twists everything around in a really good way. It’s as good and as detailed as it’s going to get without getting into the really fiddly bits.
I could spend more and more time with less and less returns.
I’ve laid in a serious stock of Diet Mountain Dew (writer’s fuel for me).
It’s time to write.
Tonight, after the baby goes down, there’s gonna be writing.
The Bell is ringing. This time, I’m not stopping til Revenant is done and sent.
I’m still alive and writing!
The workshop which started in January has been a surprising amount of effort (In a good way!) and between that and my own writing efforts, I haven’t been updating this blog as much as I’d like. I will miss it (and the folks in it) when it ends.
Thankfully I’m up at Stupid O’ Clock this morning and the munchkin is fast asleep and I’m in a procrastinating mood (I should be working on either my outline or my assignment). It’s a perfect time to write an update!
So what’s going on?