I'm resurrecting this blog. I began it when I took a creative writing class six years ago. I'm taking the same class again. Here's the introduction:
Nothing unusual about my writing life.
I've dreamt of writing something for many years. Six years ago, I did this very class and loved it. I worked on it all the time, thought about it incessantly, and posted my stuff onto a blog. That was during a sabbatical...once I started work again, other things pushed writing to the side. Three weeks ago, I put in my resignation from my job and signed up for this class again. Is it real? Can I write? Will this be lonely? Will this be exhilarating? Will I be able to write personal stuff about people who are close to me?
Oh, yeah, the suggested questions. I’m from Iowa, live in Albania, I’m a teacher of English and TOEFL. I like to think I’m creative and free-wheeling, but who can say for sure?
Major turning point in my life was last week when I was able to put the job behind me. My sister said, “Well, it sounds a little naval gazing to quit your job and play the guitar.”
“Yes,” I answered, “that’s been my trouble since a priest told me the same thing 28 years ago.”
I have the appearance of an ultra-normal superstar Hollywood run-of-the-mill Ultimate Frisbee player. I like Ralph Fletcher, Richard Russo, JK Rowling, Henry David T., Richard Baak, James Herriot, Allie Brosh, and Jane Smiley.
Now I have to go find a guitar.
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