Yesterday was the second Creative Writing class of the term. Yesterday was the first day I read my own writing out loud. Yesterday, I was grateful for microphones and editing tools.
Narrating stories isn’t necessarily easy, but it’s not extremely difficult. It requires, among other things, an intimate knowledge of the work you’re reading, so I tend to reread stories a few times before I get in front of the microphone. Even then, some particularly difficult lines will often trip me up and need to be re-spoken more than once to get the correct tone and convey the right message.
I figured that words I wrote myself would be easier. Wouldn’t you think that?
I was wrong.
Our assignment for the week was to write a relationship. Any relationship, any style, any tense or point of view. Three to four pages, double spaced, times new roman 12 point. That was the only real specification we were asked to follow.
Always the rebel, I wrote 5 pages and could have kept going. (And, I will keep going on this story, by the way, as it wasn’t concluded. I kind of like where it’s going.)
In addition to our instructor, the class has 13 students. Ten of us had brought work in to read, and I was last to go. I stumbled, stuttered and slurred my way through. I even lost my place at one point! If I told my classmates that I narrate stories, I doubt they would believe me, after that performance.
It was nerve-wracking, but, I made it through and actually received some great comments. As I mentioned, the story isn’t complete, but the instructor did remark that it is “a nice slice of a longer piece” and liked the detail I put in. I needed that encouragement. This is going to be more fun than I thought!