I've undertaken a lot this summer. The largest being a month long commitment to writing. I was graciously asked to apply to, and then accepted, into North Star of Texas Writing Project's Summer Institute. My co-ninja, Kelly, has been a part of NSTWP for years now and she has been after me for at least as long to accept writing as "good and not evil". I was positive that it was just not part of who I was. But it happened, she was finally able to brainwash me into feeling the need to go and become a part of this Writing Project.
Dragging my hypothetical feet like an insolent brat.
I complained most of the first week, or maybe it was two weeks.
So don't tell her that I am actually enjoying it. I knew I would learn a lot, but I never in my wildest ideas thought I would end up thinking like a writer. I am the READING NINJA for Pete's sake!
But alas, I have been cursed with now having the brain of a writer. I can't see something odd or unusual and not think "Oh! I should write this down!" or "That comment would make a great blog post." (I am looking forward to writing about my experience this morning while at the hair salon!) Most of those will end up on my personal blog, due to my "adult" sense of humor. No matter; the fact is, it now seems that I must keep track of everything because I might want to write about it someday. I am constantly writing intros and hooks in my head, seeing how it sounds, for days or weeks before I get it on paper.
I've been listening to David Sedaris's newest book on my iPhone as I drive the hour and a half north to get to these classes. He writes little personal vignettes about things he's seen or noticed. Most of them are small, but then he connects them to another event in his childhood or to when he was a young adult. I think he's hilarious, and as I was writing the other day I noticed I was modeling my writing after his. My own mentor text. Hmmm - who knew I'd someday think like a writer? Ok - who besides Kelly.