I've been taking nature writing classes for a couple years at the arboretum. I signed up initially because it's been hard to make time to write the past few years, and this would get me to do a little.
Well, next week's topic is rocks, and I've had so much to say about rock-related stuff that it's sucked all my other writing energy; I look at my list of possible Blaugust posts, and my brain can't process any of the topics into thoughts.
I've been enjoying the classes; I hadn't taken a writing class of any sort since college, and nature writing is a genre I hadn't really engaged with before. The main side effect is that somehow I have been writing poetry sporadically for the past year, which is also not my usual form, and it's been a bit confusing, but at least some writing is happening.
It may be like when I got the new piano and I was playing so much initially that I also ended up writing three or four new pieces: music begets music, writing begets writing.
I didn't realize just how much I like rocks until this week, although the gallon pickle jar full of them probably should have been a clue.
No comments:
Post a Comment