Creative writing is going along swimmingly. Surprisingly (or maybe not so) it is the highlight of my day. It's my turn to be workshopped. This means that I had to distribute 20 copies of an original poem to my class for critiquing next week. I was so nervous about what to turn in. I had written one poem about my relationship with Chicago, another about being a disappointment to my "revolutionary" father, one about Michael Vick, and one about my XXX stash (haven't turned that one in yet!).
The poetry prompt for the day was to write a poem from the perspective of an animal, something that tells you something about people. OK, so I was stumped. You know how people do those stupid icebreakers like "if you could be an animal, what would you be?" I didn't have a real answer. A dolphin... because they're smart and friendly? Can't write a poem about that. So I started with a poem about salmon swimming upstream. It turned into a piece about drowning under the weight of my parents' expectations and feeling that weight when visiting home. No personification of an animal, but I digress. I still think it turned out great.
We did a mini-workshop with a partner. He read my piece and said that he absolutely loved it. *Yay, a fan!* I've gotten great feedback from my instructor on my second poem - the one about disappointment - and good reviews from one kid in class. lol. I'm really, really looking forward to hearing from the entire class during my workshop. If only writing my dissertation could feel this exciting and wonderful!
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