description

The assignment was to describe a room in our memoir.

I had the room set up for studying.  It was in a former fraternity house that was converted into a rooming house.  I went home to find some boards from around the farm.  I tried to find some clean ones without many nails or splinters sticking out of them.  With the boards, I’d made a loft so my single bed was up in the air, and the desk on the left side down below.  On the right side was my chest of drawers.  I had the computer on the desk and a single chair. I had just enough room to sit on the chair and not hit the mattress. The desk had a drawer for pens, and a drawer for ‘stuff’. My books and notebooks were within reach. I had to step into it, twist a bit, and kind of wiggle. It was cozy. When I was in the chair, everything about it said “study.”

character--what is love

The assignment was to write about a character.

Julie.  It was December 31, 1995. We lay down the night before we went to Thailand—I was unsure what would happen between us.  My fingers found their way over to her thigh, and I guess that was all the invitation she needed to slide over and put her face on mine like she was trying to lick the place where my molars were removed 20 years ago.

bike through Italy

This is the first lengthy submission to the creative writing class.  I reworked something I wrote a couple years ago.  If you would like to see photos that compliment this story, go to:

italianbikejob.wordpress.com.  There, you will find several posts about the 'worst day on the bike'.  

something your not good at

The assignment:
Write about the first time you realized you were bad at something.  (For example, the exact moment you hit the wrong note in the piano recital in the school auditorium in front of everybody else's parents.)  

I’m a poor decision maker. I DIDN’T go into acting. Why? Because I thought it was a career for other people.  What stupid thinking on my part! What had I done my whole high school career? I had acted in the school plays—I had the lead roles and I have loved it!  I had been in speech contests: as a freshman, I earned two I ratings—the highest ranking available. Did I enter any other speech contests?

5 events that have made me who I am

The assignment:  Write about 5 times that have changed your life. This could be firsts or simply events.  Make them about 100 words.

Walking onto the Ultimate Frisbee field, 1992

“Want to play?”  The words were simple, but they opened up a new world. My life can be separated into two parts, BU (Before Ultimate) and DU (During Ultimate).  It’s an ongoing love affair.  Since that afternoon outside the student union in Iowa City, Ultimate Frisbee has been part of my life.

Reintro to writing -- Gotham Writer's Workshop

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.  

running may 2012

            As you know, I like to run.  It hasn’t always been thus.  There was a while back when I had knee pain.  So much so that I begged my sister to give the recommendation for a doctor who could give me an MRI in less than a week because I was leaving the country.  Because she knows everyone and she is a powerful person, or because I was just lucky, she DID help me find someone.