The creative writing class I teach at MCC is already half over. I’m having fun with these people. They are writing and sharing wonderful words, all without the usual drama of “oh I hate to read out loud.” They are smart, mature, well-mannered (in other words the opposite of most of the classes I’ve taught in my 20 years on the job). They engage with me and with each other in a spontaneous and generous way.
I have never been in the presence of so much talent in one classroom. Everyone is so good. They get what I’m trying to show them. This never happens. Ever! There’s always someone, or more likely several someones, who write the same bad love poem devoid of imagery or imagination over and over, or turn in a lame story ripped off an old CSI episode.
Not this class. This class is the best group I’ve ever had. I know I’ve said that before! Some classes are just magic. I’m enjoying these writers and consider it a privilege to lead them on this part of their writing journey.
For several years I’ve toyed with the idea of teaching in my community. I wasn’t sure how that would look. But now I am getting a clearer picture. The face of what I think of as “teaching” is about to change. I want the magic every time now.
When I was promoting my book a few years ago, I did a two evening lecture on writing at my local library. To my great astonishment, lots of people turned up to hear what I had to say. I imagined having a DWW conference there, because the set up is perfect. But every time I brought up the idea of a conference at a DWW meeting, it got shot down.
Not this year! I’m chair of the DWW conference committee AND my library has agreed to host us. Save the date. September 15, 2012.