creative writing
Sep. 21st, 2002 08:41 pm[reposted from DiaryLand]
The security class will be held after all. They felt bad about canceling on the three people enrolled -- especially me, since they've canceled on me before. I'm relieved.
I want to write. I want to draw. I've had some story ideas knocking around in my head for quite some time, but they're just ideas, not a storyline, and I don't know how to make them grow into an actual story. I was listening to Garrison Keillor's Lake Wobegon story this evening, which was a rerun, and I was envying the way he can create a mood. I wish I could write that well. The story was about a boy discovering his neighbor's hidden cache of old love letters. I want to show the important things in ordinary lives. I want to show the deeply rooted things -- people's dreams, family ties, secrets, handicaps, personal epiphanies. Will it take me decades more of living to learn how to show that?
The security class will be held after all. They felt bad about canceling on the three people enrolled -- especially me, since they've canceled on me before. I'm relieved.
I want to write. I want to draw. I've had some story ideas knocking around in my head for quite some time, but they're just ideas, not a storyline, and I don't know how to make them grow into an actual story. I was listening to Garrison Keillor's Lake Wobegon story this evening, which was a rerun, and I was envying the way he can create a mood. I wish I could write that well. The story was about a boy discovering his neighbor's hidden cache of old love letters. I want to show the important things in ordinary lives. I want to show the deeply rooted things -- people's dreams, family ties, secrets, handicaps, personal epiphanies. Will it take me decades more of living to learn how to show that?