by | May 5, 2012

This post was imported from an old wordpress.com blog I used to have.

A year ago I finished the one and only writing course I have ever taken. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done plenty of writing for courses (I have an BA in English), but I’ve never taken a writing class.

The class is called Creative Non-Fiction, sometimes known as Literary Non-Fiction, but never simply Non-Fiction, because I guess there is some kind of non-fiction stigma. Non-fiction = not imaginative? boring? I’m not sure.

Anyway, it was a great class. It was scary and hard and exhilarating (like all good things in life). I loved it. Not everything I wrote was good, but I was writing and it was awesome. I promised myself when the class ended that i would keep writing. And I broke my promise. I haven’t even kept a journal (something that I’ve done on and off through my life) in the past year. So I’m here to attempt to resolve that. That old cliche “it’s better late than never” better be true or I’m in big trouble. I’m a pretty punctual person, but it seems that in my life, I’m always falling behind.

I think I’ll share some of my writing from the class here. And I’m committing to writing in this space. I’m not sure what it’s going to look like or where it’s going, there’s no map, but a random collection of words is better than no words at all. And maybe it will lead me somewhere. That’s an exciting possibility…

Because it’s not too late. Yet.