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Creative Writing 101

I have lots of words, or so I've been told on more than one occasion. 

Somehow, those words need to be used; writing seems to be a fairly productive use of my words.  Ergo:  I signed up for a Creative Writing class.  The format is very loose, lacking restraint, with an emphasis on being "creative."  I'm very intrigued.

 One of the exercises involved a "prompt" word or phrase.  We are then given three to four minutes to simply write.  It was quite interesting how each of the thirteen students interpreted the phrases.  While some had similarities, others were so very unique, utilizing their own experiences as filters for expression.

 I'll share one that I wrote.  The starter words were:  Story Teller
The circus came only once a year ... it was a big deal for our tiny town.  The colorful tents would rise to meet the blue sky, dotted with white, puffy clouds.  Lions, bears, elephants paced in their cages, waiting for their chance to perform in the ring under the Big Top.  Clowns danced and paraded, delighting the children.  But ... in a small booth down the midway was the storyteller...the man with the gray hair that could weave dreams into realities...
I'm excited to be challenging my mind this way.  It's amazing how you can come up with words when you are only given a few moments to jot things down.  Can you imagine the possibilities when you actually have time to think?

 Words ... words ... words ~ Missy


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  1. Wildlife Art by SylApril 3, 2013 at 4:30 PM

    Very delightful and makes me want to go back to Lakeport where we had a circus come to town when you were very little..Mom

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