as you all know i have a giant crush on my writing class– the entire class. i love it. it’s great because i think the dynamic is wonderful and people seem to be getting pretty comfortable with each other and the discussions are flowing and nobody seems to get defensive.
so i love the class, but it’s tough. what’s tough is that i want to steal all the the stories from my classmates. i want to steal their premises and make them my own. not all of them, i have no desire to write about head-smashers in the amazon that is really only a dream. but a lot of the stories, a lot of the premises i want to make my own, filter through my experience, tell in my voice.
take tonight. scott wrote about a blind date. i was funny, but sort of pedestrian, lots of telling, not so much showing. but there were bits there, bits of wonderfulness. hinting at the pressure to couple up, the awkwardness of first dates, so much great potential.
now i want to make it mine.
which isn’t fair. so i will see if i can let it go and leave the story to him. i’m hoping i can.