So I’ve just had seven weeks of an eight-week writing class. It’s been fun, there is a lot of laughter –it’s a comedy writing class after all — though not quite as much learning as I would like. I’m a very nuts-and-bolts writer, I want to lift up the hood and and see the mechanics, and while there’s been some of it, I could use more. But it’s the first class, they may become progressively more technical.
This week we had someone making up a class, and she was amazed at the levity in ours. She said her teacher is very serious.
I admit I kind of wanted her teacher.
The class may not have been as fun, but there may have been more on the technical side. Or maybe there wouldn’t. Maybe it would have been exactly the same, only with less laughter. Not necessarily a good trade-off.
Aside from some minor panic last night when I thought I lost the ticket for the parking garage after I paid it (visions of paying the full 24-hour rate raced through my head at great pain to my wallet, but I found it between the seat and the center consul. Phew) I’m glad I took the class. It’s always good to stretch your writing wings in a new direction.
And I learned I like watching people read words I wrote aloud. I’ve always been a fan of theater, and I’m thinking I might enjoy writing for it. That’s a whole new avenue I may not have really considered.
So one more session and it’s off to Writing 2. We’ll see how that one goes.
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