Feeding My Muse . . .
What a whirlwind I find myself in. I’ve been writing more than I ever thought possible this semester: stories for school, genre flash fiction, mainstream flash fiction. I’ve also finished a prologue and two chapters of a book (epic fantasy). There may be a successful writer in me after all.
My first story for grad-workshop went over quite well. It was received with thoughtfulness and care and many of my fellow classmates had good things to say. I have to meet with Steven S. to discuss another revision. This one is close. I feel it. I haven’t felt this positive about a story since Book Girl.
Our genre-writing group had its first session. Trai brought a wonderful, light-hearted demon fantasy to the mix. Maya’s working on a supernatural romance and Miriam is playing with magical-realism/fantasy. Lisa will turn in next week as she wasn’t expected to make the first group, but surprised us all by showing up. (cold and all) yay!
I’m writing in Feynwaer, a world that Darin and I have built over the last 15 years. He has Aldamas and the mercenary and I have Jessiah and E’zreal. They are great companions and have proven addictive as of late. I’m enjoying the process and the notion of a novel has become less intimidating.
I have a great feeling about this writing group. Trai, in particular, brings a wind of inspiration into my life. I am so thankful for her. I feel like I’ve been given a wonderful treasure—one that I have to take out of my pocket and look at every few minutes just to believe it’s really there.
My writing life is good.
My next story for workshop, I’ve decided, will be “Will’s Girl,” about the ultimate nerd in high school dating a foxy chick, much to the disgust and confusion of the macho male populous. We’ll see how it goes. It’s playing out quite humorous in my head. We’ll see if it translates to the page.
Off to feed the muse again. She’s been quite accommodating lately. Thank you, o wondrous muse.
