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Look forward to

18 May

morning. That’s when everything shifts for sakes of your story.

On a break, hearing the sounds

6 Apr

of everything around me. Music and machines moving in their mechanized strides. Quiet office for me to collect further, extended from this morning’s track. Planning on more work after this work. The writer need stay in mode, creative modality. With writing, there is no pause, lull, stop. On this “break”, I break not a blink from writing. But, I do make sure I more cautiously compose, for sakes of my character composition. Keep the Self connected to Self, what’s solicited from the atmosphere around me. Poetic, everything my eyes intake. Those bangs, clanks, and oggs, whatever that is being moved around out there, seen and heard. Wind against window, right, an image. Force your Self to type, move pen. Even if you have to use your phone, do. If you’re on a break, or some lunch, create. The sounds these thumbtips make while typing on this screen remind me I’m doing it, IT– recording my Now. This… me in a swivel chair, not letting a second go down some existence drain. Water in cup… wish it were coffee. Maybe the break room downstairs had some left in pot. Today teaches me that there is no break in this, this life I see for me… writer. My essays acutely accentuate life and all specifics in it. This room with its keyboards and screens, cubicles and notes pinned to odd colored carpet sides, somewhat-walls. This room sings it’s own tracks to me, telling me to tell everyone ‘keep your narrative sounding’. There will be no seen halt from me. Keep with your journal… write faster. Write two pieces with the seven minutes you have left on that clock. Their clock. But your time. Your page and story. Water gone, sipped rest. Like a timer, new clock. Gone. Me with musings, new sounds and music, all movements. Hearing and Seeing more from IT.

If you doubt yourself,

27 Dec

analyze the doubt.

Trust the Self.

Usually don’t blend my own freewrite with a

24 Aug

lesson or “lecture” plan, but today I will.  Doing things different, right?  One thing I remember in being a student, and still appreciate as I still consider this aging self a student, is that my words are mine.  They weren’t prompted or instrumented by anyone or anything outside ME.  They’re a sense of identity we should find as readers and writers that can’t be found elsewhere.  It’s empowering, yes, but as well educational in so many dimensions.

For the authors we’re about to dive into, look for their identities, look for their voices and what they want from life, from their readers.  Better, ‘What do they want their readers to do?’  They must have some desired reaction in their works.  That’s an ingredient in their identity.  For ‘100’, our first author is Sylvia Plath, for 1A we’ll meet Mr. David Sedaris.  Both have distinct personalities and attitudes, and what they want us to do helps us better understand their motivation for writing altogether.

So then, why do WE write?  I know, “‘Cause we have to, Mike.. GOD!” Okay, but iff you were to write a story, fiction or non’, what would you write and why would you write it?  What would you want your readers to see and understand about you?  What do you want them to do?  It’s a weird question to ask, and an even harder one to answer.  So think about it.  And, think intently before taking a position on an author’s motivation for writing what they did, or even what you think the point to the piece is.

If we write from experience, what’s happening with us, then we want to share our reality.  It’s not so much “confessional” as it is intimate, and an eagerness to share, have others see us, learn from us, or at least judge us to some degree.  Why would we want to be judged?  Why do we, they (Plath, Sedaris, and all the others) put ourselves in a spot to be judged?  What does that do to our identity?

(for class tonight, 7/25/16) 

25 Jul

Stress.  What do you do about stress when it confronts you?  “Are we going to talk about img_5294Jeannette Walls tonight?” Yes, don’t worry.  But for a minute, let’s talk about something that either already presents itself every-so-often in our lives or for some of us quite frequently.  STRESS— ugh, I just hate the word, I’ll be honest.  How do you confront and combat stress when it lands?  Sometimes I think stress is only in our heads and then other times I see it as quite understandable that some realities like money, work, bills, family, the car, the rent, the mortgage, would stress us.  So how do we deal with it?  How do we defeat it?  And…  I have to ask…  IS IT JUST IN OUR HEADS?

Okay…  So, Walls.  That Glass Castle.  Are we any closer to the Castle, or are we still so far from it that it’s still just an idea rather than anything truly plausible?  Where do we see stress in the book, especially in last night’s assignment?  How do some of the characters, Dad especially, deal with stress, or real life and responsibilities?  The conditions facing the Walls family should be overwhelming with their stressful capacities, but as a reader I don’t see any effort to right a situation which would beget stress.  If you were in the position of the Walls’, a member of their family, how would “cope”?

Happiness, or what makes someone happy…  Is there a recipe?  What makes you happy?  If someone is in a funk or a tad ‘down in the dumps’, what’s the first thing you’d recommend they try to right themselves, life their spirits and mood?  Many times when I ask students what makes them happy, the address money, or financial security, a better job… often dealing with money, these responses.  And I mean often.  What is the recipe for happiness?  I know, “There is no recipe.” Okay, so what do you recommend? How do we make ourselves happy?  How do we truly live and not just exist?  Notice I come to you with questions for yourselves and to ask each other, discuss with each other including myself.  This prompt is meant for a positive Exchange of Ideas, meant to help each other and instruct the people around with you yay-saying vibes.  Enjoy…

“You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.” -Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

And the semester starts. 

19 Jun

Don’t have expectations.  Have tentative visions, take each day one at a time.  Yes, you may have goals or thoughts, but don’t be too trapped or suffocated in them.  Be open to new experiences…  If you want to improve your reading and writing abilities, that’s one of the best pieces of counsel I can offer you at the start of these eight weeks.

I look forward to working with ALL of you this Summer.

First assignment:  Please post below 50-100 words about yourself, about what you’ve lived, where you think you’re going…  BE CREATIVE!  And don’t overthink it!  Just write!

Rendez-vous demain!  (See you tomorrow!)


Mornings are tough, sometimes. 

3 Jun

How do you deal with yours?  How do you write when so much around you is so overwhelming and consuming?  I’m looking to exchange ideas on remedy, not just list problems and encourage a woe-is-me fest…

Let’s talk about solutions to stress, so we can WRITE!!!

Enjoy your Friday morning, and STAY INSPIRED—

prof mikey

Nothing at all Resolved

23 May

End of a semester, ends nothing.  It only assures the story is still being written.  By us.  Just keep going, keep writing, learning, reading and growing.  It’s all out there, for you.  Everything you want.

IT, needs you.


10 May

Don’t worry about the grade, don’t worry about anything, just throw yourself to your topic.  Let yourself BE your writing, and nothing else.  Your ideas are beautiful and they need to be read.  Use every second, as this life is so cruelly curt.  Just a thought…

In being our own writing, we are ourselves. 

6 May

We’re honest with ourselves, acknowledging strengths and weakness, what we need to do to better our writings.  I’m learning right alongside you, believe me.  BUT, one thing I can say for us all, from experience, is that you have to want it.  Faulkner said that we shouldn’t be writers, we should just be writing.  So write, and do so freely.  Write whatever comes to your thoughts.  Polish later, and only if you want to (Of course, in the context of something you submit in class, you do need to edit and fine, of course, but with creative work, just explode INTO the page!).

I’m up early this morning, with coffee of course, and I collect with words, odd barely-awake utterances that I know I’ll forget if I don’t write them.  Try the same, let us know what happens!

See you all soon…  Mike