Sometimes I do things impulsively, and sometimes I think about them for months on end. I started this blog four years ago impulsively, but I had two daughters not so much as an impulsive act. Taking a writing class in the middle of moving my family from one continent to another? That was a bit impulsive. I thought about it for approximately one day, then signed up. I even asked for D’s advice, but the impulse train had already left the station, so I ignored it. I wanted to have something to keep me on track while I resettled myself. One thing that was constant and reliable. I also really wanted to learn to be a better writer. Little did I know how much fun I would be having.
Each day I am given a writing exercise to do. The other day happened to be a particularly good one. We are talking about voice and how to find or rather recognize your voice as a writer. So we were asked to pick a favorite author and write a short paragraph using that authors voice. I tried to think of the books I had on hand. Oh, none! I shipped them all back to the US. But then I thought “I do have Jane Austen e-book”, so I opened it and read a few pages and then tried my hand at imitating her voice. Here is what I came up with:
Kathryn sat at the luncheon table, her best companions sat across from her. She barely tasted her lunch as her stomach was ill at ease. Her heart was aflutter, for it was the first time in her young life that she had received a low mark. Kathryn fretted over every detail that could have gone wrong. Her brow became heavy and creased, and she slumped in her chair thinking henceforth she should never talk to a certain Mr. Crowder again, for he had been a dreadful study partner. He should forever remain an acquaintance to her, for now she was in a bad humor and resigned herself to remove him from her heart, mind, and person forever.
So how did I do?
Furthermore, in the name of accountability, I have begun to write a fiction story. I am 4,000 words in right now and nowhere near finished. When I am done I think I will share it with you all for free, because I feel it’s quite a fun story and many of you will be able to relate to it. By telling you all that I am working on it I will not be able to slack off. So far I have not slacked off and I happy about it. I’ve never written fiction before and it is so much fun! 15- 20 minutes everyday, sometimes more, and I am coming to believe that I truly am a writer.