I used to remember things. Whole paragraphs I'd tuck into a pot in the back of my mind without needing to write them down. They'd simmer and, when, ready, I'd collect them, full of spices melding flavors.
Now, I have an idea for a post, and by the time I type in the URL, poof! It's gone.
I make a better magician than an historian.
No matter. I plug ahead.
This morning I have the opportunity to guest teach on writing and being a writer. In one class, we'll talk about setting and using your five senses to create the stage and how that contributes to the story itself. In the other class, we'll talk about the hero's journey. Should be fun. I'll have to let you know how it goes.
Hopefully I'll remember things.
It's a good thing I have my handy-dandy Nancy Drew pad in my purse for just such occassions.
Now, I have an idea for a post, and by the time I type in the URL, poof! It's gone.
I make a better magician than an historian.
No matter. I plug ahead.
This morning I have the opportunity to guest teach on writing and being a writer. In one class, we'll talk about setting and using your five senses to create the stage and how that contributes to the story itself. In the other class, we'll talk about the hero's journey. Should be fun. I'll have to let you know how it goes.
Hopefully I'll remember things.
It's a good thing I have my handy-dandy Nancy Drew pad in my purse for just such occassions.
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