It felt weird going back to my university for my writing course. So many things have changed. I got lost finding my classroom but a cleaning lady was nice enough to point me in the right direction. The instructor was friendly and tried hard to set a friendly, open atmosphere. After our we read our first writing assignment, I was disappointed that everyone’s stories was vivid, crisp, had a better flow and more interesting. Mine was flat and limp. It was like going to an orgy and not being able to get it up.
We had to write long hand and not having done that for years, it felt really strange and awkward. There was a brief discussion about the merits of using a laptop to write your drafts vs writing long hand. Our instructor noted that when you use a computer, your writing just looks better even if it is just a first draft. He also recommended that we carry a small notebook and to write ideas and story lines. I felt he was looking at me when he said if you have stories that have lingered and stalled, don’t let your characters die. It’s hard to revive them. Write when you can. I thought of Rigby and Chris.
I’m impressed by my classmates. They know how to write well. I need to step up my game and take some writing Viagra.