The act of writing fascinates me. Putting ink to paper seems like such a solitary exercise, but willing an idea into something tangible truly takes a village.
Since my classes are over I’ve been thinking about joining a local writing club. I like the idea of the structure and support, but I love the idea of being apart of something. I find myself fantasizing about finding my group…my lost generation, my beat generation…a group of writers that together put forth amazing pieces of art.
I have no delusions of being the next Hemingway or Kerouac — I don’t even want to be a writer. I just want to be surrounded by the goodness of new ideas taking flight.
SCAD has heightened this desire. Collaborating on projects, bouncing ideas off peers and fleshing out ideas into cohesive narratives inspires me to no end.
Discussing life over a
glass bottle of wine isn’t just therapy, it’s research. Every aspect of our lives becomes important, no matter how small, and helps add truth to the characters we create. Writing what you know isn’t cliche, it’s smart, and the more time I spend with these ladies the more respect I have for the life I’ve lived and the life I’m living.
And life, as they say, is good!