Writing course
Last night I went to the last meeting of our writing course. It was a lot of fun, but I feel kind of sad too, that it’s the last time. We had such a great time together. Up until the afternoon of that day, I wasn’t even sure I was going to go, because I haven’t been well lately, and especially I’ve been feeling down. I’m glad I went though, because it was such a success. This came exactly at the right time, because for a while now, things have been really rough.
I really wish we could do something to keep on meeting and discussing our writing. There will be another course, of a kind, next semester, but it won’t be the same, because our ‘teacher’ – the writer – won’t be there. It’s someone else, who’s studying creative writing and that will be a completely different course. Even so, I’m considering going. Maybe some of the others will too.
Last night, we even got to do a little improvisation, led by a drama teacher who’s been taking this course too. We even discussed doing a drama course, but I’m not sure that was meant seriously. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, actually, so if we did it, I’d probably enjoy it.
If you love writing, you’ll probably love drama too.
I know exactly how you feel. I’ve been taking a writing class for the last several years. Not so much because I need them, but due to the instructor and the other students. To be in the same room with so many creative and like minds is energizing.
We’ve recently started our own group outside of class. All it took was me asking the others if they wanted to. Now I get together with three of them every other week, and a larger group about once a month. It helps to be surround by others who know what the writer’s life is like. I admit, we can be an awfully weird lot.
Keep up the writing.
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