Cool It Now

This is the second weekend of the Designing a Writing Workshop ? with Jack Collom and Lee Christopher. We presented a pretend course syllabus. I created a syllabus for a mock course: I Got a Write to Sing the Blues: An Autobiography Workshop. My course description was:
Soon that deep blue sea
is gonna be calling me
Call it love, say what you choose
I’ve got a right to sing the blues
the blues, the blues, the blues ?
~ Harold Arlen / Ted Koehler
The blues uses autobiographical statement and story to redeem experience. In this class we will explore our own and others stories, lived and imagined. We will examine how our autobiographical material is structured by story and language. We will discover how the stories of our lives can challenge the perceptions of some and affirm the lives of others, while allowing readers to choose their own access point into the stories meaning. We will learn how through sharing the stories of our lived lives we are able to realize the nature of our being and discover love and redemption. Work will include a combination of in-class and out of class writing assignments, short readings and presentations of student work. The writing assignments are designed to build on one another resulting in the completion of drafts and revisions of two short stories.
It was edifying to hear the critique from others about my syllabus and presentation, as well as being able to watch several others present theirs.
We also did a writing exercise called How I Write ?. Here’s mine:
I write sitting with my laptop in my lap. I write everyday, almost everyday, sometimes everyday. I wrote everyday for a week or so.
I write like throwing an axe. I write the story like an axe hurtling through the air. As I write I listen and when I hear the axe thud I stop.
I write like I’m acting for an audience I can’t see. I write like playing make-believe with dangerous imaginary friends. I write tapping on my computer until there are no fingers and not keyboard, just words.
I write in my journal with a pen. I’m not always listening when I journal write. It’s like breathing, like the pen is just moving across the page the way it moves. I write my thoughts and my thinking slows down so I can watch, like watching my breath moving in and out.
I write from a place where no one can touch me. I write like a star.
I write in crowded coffee shops, secluded in a drone of an external community. When I write, people become white noise.
I write along with headphones. The music doesn’t matter but I prefer few lyrics.
I write everyday.
It was quite funny when I mistakenly refered to Bobbie Louise Hawkins as Bobbie Brown.

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