I find writers everywhere. I found a handful today sprinkled amongst my english classes. I found them because they announced themselves and talked about having a passion to write a novel or stories or scripts. They are out there, moving amongst the common folk undetected. These quiet and hidden seekers of story are the ones I need to cultivate if for no better reason than to hear some more good stories and absorb their tales into my own personal zeitgeist.
The thing I dislike most about this entire process is the recruiting. You’d think it would be the best part, because I get to go meet people and draw them in. However, this is not fun. This is like submitting work for publication and getting no after no after no. Not fun. Instead of smiles I see that fear and doubt well up inside them and spill out in some bland excuse or another.
Writing can be really scary. It is moreso when you are expecting to be judged. A grade is a judgement. I have to give grades, so I have to judge.
I worry that I won’t be able to continue the incredible creative writing community that I became a part of here. I hope I can find a way for both of my writing classes to make and continue to share the beautiful art of story.
Some Thoughts:
- Getting things off my chest helped. The school day was excellent and a reminder that I have a really good life.