It’s time to participate in the April A-Z Blog Challenge. I will be blogging every day in April, with Sunday’s off.
The topic for each day will begin with the designated letter of the alphabet.
This Saturday’s letter is W for Writing My Story.
I started writing this blog shortly after my son became ill. It was where I went when I needed an emotional release.
I am grateful that I also found a compassionate and supportive community.
Ross is my biggest fan. I watch his face intently while he is reading what I have written.
I have seen him smile, laugh out loud and even cry.
He tells me, “It’s good, really good.”
And I respond, “You always say that.”
I used to love to tell stories. I feel that my imagination is aging, though. It is getting stale, I believe. I like to play with words, but I feel as though I have used up all the words.
It is ironic that I began writing this blog to help me cope with sadness and grief. But grief and sadness are wearing me down, I suppose. They make me too weary to write sometimes.
Perhaps I should escape my reality with a story.
In my story my spirit would soar.
I would breathlessly run up to the mountain top so that I could see the world. I would throw my anger over the edge.
My tale would be filled with lavender and daffodil and aqua blue.
At the end of my story my heart would be whole.
Ross will read my story. He will smile, laugh out loud and even cry.
He will tell me that, “It is good, really good.”
And I will respond, “Yes, it is.”
I have never taken a writing class. I am toying with the idea of doing that. I thought about a beginner, basic creative writing course. I might be able to find something at the local community college. Maybe online, even.
I wonder what that would be like for me at this stage of my life.
Why not check out other good stories written by the more than 2,000 bloggers participating in the 2014 A-Z April Challenge.
I went to Seattle (a five hour drive)for a weekend writing workshop. I was so excited. I looked forward to finding others who loved finding exactly the right words and loved telling stories. It wasn't that at all. The friend I went with and I left early. The people attending were all self-absorbed and it was all about the book that each of them was writing. All they wanted to know from the presenters was how to get published. I wanted the joy of writing and they wanted to make a fortune as the next best selling author. I hope you find the right class. When you get the right teacher and group it is magical.
ReplyDeleteHmm, that’s why I thought if I chose a beginner class, that sort of thing would not be a problem. I guess a writing workshop would attract people who are already on their way and are trying to get published. I am more interested in the basic mechanics of story writing at this point.
DeleteMight be something to pursue and see how you like it with taking a writing class. I am sorry for your grief; its a parent's worst nightmare and I'm sorry it is your's.
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Thanks Betty. I’m thinking about it the class. It might do me a world of good to get out and about.
DeleteJust write. First drafts are hard, so rather than try to "learn" how to write, just try writing a story. Then go and learn the mechanics of it.
ReplyDeleteThat and $2 will get you a candy bar...
Liz,
DeleteI like your advice. To me it is invaluable. Thanks!
I took creative writing with a bunch of youngsters at the community college. So many of them didn't care. If you can find an adult education class, that would be great. Get out and about! We all spend too much time on the internet.
ReplyDeleteTo tell you the truth it’s this darn introverted shy thing... classroom, other people? I don’t know, I get sweaty palms and begin to hyperventilate just thinking about it.
DeleteActually now that this awful winter seems to have finally loosened its death grip on us, we have been getting out and about a little more.