I was late and sat in the back. My first writing class. But I was hooked before I even sat down! Twenty men and women of various ages and backgrounds were in the room where the collection of Art and Manga books call home in our local Books & Books. They were rapt, listening to the instructor, eloquent as a feather, laying the framework for our six weeks together.
Tingles danced over my arms as I reached into my bag for my diary. I was engaged, caught up in her reverence and passion for a thing she clearly loves. She talked on writerly habits, having a writer’s journal, writing daily for at least fifteen minutes, reading like a writer. She expressed in words several of the things I have learned since sitting down and committing to this blog. Like the extraordinary gems of material hidden in the ordinariness of our own lives. Like the way a writer thinks, examining the event of the day or the moving moment and creating words to recreate this picture to someone else.
We were given a class exercise – to write a paragraph each on three childhood memories – and the silence was broken only by the odd chuckle and the dizzy rush of pens. I smiled down at my book feeling like a little girl again on the first day I realized that I could read. I had cracked the code! Found a new world to explore. Once again I am in that moment.
This class will change my life.
And I won’t be alone. The excitement in the room was like the 22nd person – hard and defined by bones covered in flesh. The questions asked and experiences shared came as though from one massive tank of thought. I learned something that will stay with me forever. There is a community of writers. Everywhere. Watching, observing and loving the moment enough to write it. Even here in my home town. People like me who shut down a part of their day to spend with a pen and paper or notepad or laptop to pour themselves out for a moment. There are people who take the colours of life and recreate them more brilliantly in black and white. Others are fluent in my language.
This morning I have my blog to commit to and my homework to do. I am praying for the time to do it all – both mean a lot to me. And so I am giving fair warning – much of the frilly bits of my life will be cut for a time to make space for this thing that promises to take over, to bring a new chapter of meaning and a whole new purpose.
Onward with the Journey!