Saturday, September 22, 2007

I'm back from my first creative writing class. I'm not sure what I expected our instructor to be like but it wasn't the funny old bat with a walker I encountered when I entered the class room.

There are 12 women in the class plus our teacher. I think it should make for a safe, creative environment, all be it one lacking in male perspective. It was interesting to learn about each of the students and see what experiences we have that are unique and what are shared. One thing that quickly became apparent is the number of women who are struggling to deal with the loss of their mothers. I don't think any of us expected it to be such an emotional journey.

We were given an exercise where we had to use all of the senses to describe something. I choose to describe cool hands and used the memory of my mother's. While my piece missed a few of the senses (taste and smell) and was rough in style, I succeeded in conveying the deep sense of loss I feel over her death.

I'm looking forward to next week's class. I have a good idea what I am going to write about for my homework assignment and I can't wait to see what some of the others come up with.


Trent said...

I'm so excited for you! Homework! Remember when getting homework really sucked! xo

Jennifer said...

T - thx for the comment :)