Mexican Haiku
My posts here have been slowing down, and there's a reason. I've been doing quite a bit of creative writing lately, and posting some of it on my writing blog, Mexican Haiku. If you want to check that out, click on the link over at the right, and you will get there right away. I've been having a lot of fun writing with other people, in my writers group on Friday mornings, and ususally during the week with my friend Kimberly. Occasionally I write alone, but find myself doing more revising on my own. The rough first draft always needs some polishing up before it's presentable in public.
Last week another writers group offered a demonstration, and invited anyone interested to come along with paper and pen. I went with Kimberly and Beverly, also from our writers group, and that's where I wrote the piece about writing in San Miguel. There were about five people in their group, and about twenty-five audience participants. Many of us read our fresh writing out loud to the group, and the stories were personal and real, and some of them were funny. There was one woman from Iceland, who wrote in Icelandic, but translated it into English when she read her piece out. Kimberly asked her if she would read it to us in her native tongue, and it was delightful! We are trying to get her to defect to our group when she returns next winter.
What's amazing about being in a writers group is how good, and interesting, everybody's writing is, how much everybody's writing has improved and grown, in just a few weeks, and how we have all grown in our concept of ourselves as writers. Some of us actually have writing goals, and are writing and submitting work for publication! Profound shifts.
My time left here is getting short. I will still try to record some of my impressions, while they are fresh and immediate (like the young women's basketball games I've been watching in the parque the past couple of evenings), but there is too much that I see here in a day, to write it all. I find myself having to decide between living life, or writing about life. Sometimes it's a tough call.
Hasta Luego,
Jacquie
Last week another writers group offered a demonstration, and invited anyone interested to come along with paper and pen. I went with Kimberly and Beverly, also from our writers group, and that's where I wrote the piece about writing in San Miguel. There were about five people in their group, and about twenty-five audience participants. Many of us read our fresh writing out loud to the group, and the stories were personal and real, and some of them were funny. There was one woman from Iceland, who wrote in Icelandic, but translated it into English when she read her piece out. Kimberly asked her if she would read it to us in her native tongue, and it was delightful! We are trying to get her to defect to our group when she returns next winter.
What's amazing about being in a writers group is how good, and interesting, everybody's writing is, how much everybody's writing has improved and grown, in just a few weeks, and how we have all grown in our concept of ourselves as writers. Some of us actually have writing goals, and are writing and submitting work for publication! Profound shifts.
My time left here is getting short. I will still try to record some of my impressions, while they are fresh and immediate (like the young women's basketball games I've been watching in the parque the past couple of evenings), but there is too much that I see here in a day, to write it all. I find myself having to decide between living life, or writing about life. Sometimes it's a tough call.
Hasta Luego,
Jacquie
posted by Jacquie Wareham Life Coach at 8:01 p.m.
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